Disclaimer: I, do not own in any way shape or form, Harry Potter. It is copyright, trademark, etc, to J.K. Rowling! All praises do to her for making such a beautiful series!!

A/N: Sorry for the long wait people. I didn't know I was on some serious writers block. BUT I HAVE OVER COME IT! HOORAY!!

LOL! 8) anyways, thank you for those who reviewed the old plot, and I hope you enjoy the new one! Ciao.

Divinus Creperum

By: BlaqkNightCrown

Chapter I

Necromancy

A deadly art of raising the dead…

A deadly power of driving the soul from with in the safety of its container…

A twisted transgression which break the rules of humanity, but yet slips from the grasp of punishment…

Necromancer

The wielder is the gate to releasing such raw dark magic.

The dancer who plays the game death…

The dreamer of nightmares created from the depths of his or her soul.

Anyone could be a necromancer; anyone can summon this raw power, whether you are muggle, muggle-born, mud blood, or wizard. As long as your soul is dark enough, that it can transgress beyond the veil of sanity that borders the realms of hell...

Necromancy del diavolo...

Fifteen Years Ago, Godrics Hollow



A cloaked figure draped in dark blue, glided gracefully across the gravel marked path. Not a sound could be made this dead in the night. Not a brush of wind could be felt. Not the whispers of danger could be sensed.

The figure latched a hand onto the gate that stood in the way between their goals.

A little two story cottage house, with ivy growing along the sides of its wall, sun flowers blooming next to the front window, and purple irises standing tall next to an old well made it appear serene.

Strange incantations, words of another world slipped out from the hooded figure, and soon invisible shields that no muggle would have seen, no wizard would have been able to pass, collapsed.

If the reader could see the figure's face, they would have spotted a smirk gracing the delicate features of the person.

Whomever they were, unlatched the gate and crossed the smoother ground that lead to the front door of the cottage.

Lights were still lit, and voices could be made out. Warm laughter filled the air as the cloaked man or woman treaded near. The figure visibly shuddered when a sweet aroma misted out of an open window on the second floor.

Before the cloaked wizard or witch could rap their hand on the door, it flung open. A man with light brown hair, strong features, sharp nose, and brown eyes stood at the door way, his left hand on the knob and his right hand wielding a wand and pointing lazily at the figure.

"Your late..." the man trailed off while staring at the bundle which was held tightly to the figure's chest with one hand. He wearily glanced at the other hand which with held a wand as well.

The figure said nothing, and did nothing.

"Well, come in. It's getting chilly." The hooded figure made no sign of comprehending, but only obliged to the man's words and walked inside the warm little cottage.

The man stood at the door for a few minutes before closing it steadily behind him.

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"James, who's here?" a female voice bellowed out from what seemed to be the living room, as said man guided his guest to the kitchen.

"Um... Lily, could you come here for a moment!" James said as he turned on the stove and placed a tea pot above the burner.



He turned his view of direction to the cloaked figure who now took their hood off. Said man, James gasped a little, not from being startled at who the person was, but how different they look, since it was a long while (say nine months) ago he saw her.

"James, what-" a women with creamy skin and pale green eyes walked in. Her red hair braided and slung over her shoulder. She did not glare at the woman in the kitchen, but did not look at her either. What caught Lily Evans attention was the bundle in the woman's arms.

"Lily..." James trailed off as he watches both women gaze at each other. Both at the same time did the thought recur in Lily and the other woman's mind, 'So she's the other woman?'

James felt his neck wet from perspiration that gathered there. He was hoping that no curses would fly and that at least haughty looks and cold words would be traded.

But to his dismay it was only silence, and every man knows they are in deep trouble when women are calm and silent. It only means the storm is will brew later, and much worse.

"Well... I guess formal introductions are needed..." James trailed off again; his voice was hoarse and nervous. He didn't know what either woman was thinking and only wished he had actually done well in his Leglimency test.

"Well, Lily dear... This is Integra-" James was interrupted by the woman who held the bundle tightly to her chest.

As the readers probably desire a description of this woman, well they shall get one. The woman held a noble and grand air about her. She had long wavy, silky black hair, and cold sea green eyes. Her skin was uncommonly pale; she was white as printer paper, her delicate hands long, slender, and graceful.

"No need to introduce me, James. I would be honored to introduce myself." said she, Lily only quirked one of her eye brows at that.

James was going to protest but the tea pot whistle blew hot air, along with his attention. Anything to James seemed like a good distraction.

Lily patiently stood at the kitchen door way as the woman stood up.

"My name is Integra Cadelaria Black. And I know who you are, Lily Evans. We finally meet as we are, the Mistresses of James Potter."

Both women stared at each, and then took quick glances at the now sweating said man. Lily suddenly burst into laughter catching the attention of what seemed to be two guests of hers.

In walked two men, we all know so very well, Sirius Orion Black and Remus Lupin, the werewolf.



Sirius stopped mid way passing Lily as he did, and gazed nervously at his cousin. Then switch his view to his dear friend James. Who look truly pathetic, sweat soak his shirt and a silver tray with tea shook violently in his hands.

"Integra... What brings you here?" Sirius asked as he took the tray from James, who seemed to be relieved of not having to serve it, and brought it to his dear cousin.

"Well, I have come with a request." she said adverting her gaze from Sirius's black eyes and looking at the bundle which she held carefully close to her. Sirius looked at it as well.

"Is that..." Remus trailed off when Integra sat down and unraveled the blanket that covered the bundle. Coming to view our reader can see why James was so very nervous. A child with dark black hair and pale skin appeared, his son.

Lily held her ground but trembled slightly. It was just nine months ago, in late October, that the doctor told her she could have no children, and in that very same month she found out her husband had had an affair. And now the consequences and proof of the affair existed and was at the moment wailing in its mother's arms.

However, no one made a move to stop the wailing, only silence ensued when the front door blasted open and in walked a very renowned and proud old man.

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"So it is settled. All people within this room shall make a wizards oath, no one must know of this child's true heritage, nor should the child itself know." The strong and stern tone of Dumbledore bellowed through out the house. Four adults nodded their heads solemnly while the one fifth cooed to her baby.

James let out a frustrated sigh as he looked upon the woman of his sin.

Integra only glanced at him before looking back at her baby. It became unbearably silent as the mother silently said goodbye to her only child.

James looked at her with remorse, a mistake he should have never made, for now pain was caused and he hurt two women who meant a lot to him.

"Integra" Dumbledore said as he stood up, the woman made no acknowledge of the old man calling, but gently handed over the small infant to its father.

"Name him Arawn, Arawn Deirdre Potter. Although, Black makes it more out their, but we can't use it." Integra said as she watches James hold the baby, he smiled.

"Yeah, I like it." he said. Lily finally held a glare as she watch the too look at their baby.



Dumbledore frowned, "I am sorry Integra, but the boy can not be named something like that. It has to sound more of what Lily would name him. And if I recall Mrs. Evans wanted to name the son she had, if ever, Harold or was it Harry."

"Harry." Lily numbly nodded.

Integra's head shot up and looked from the headmaster to Lily. Deep down her heart cracked, but she held no emotion to show upon her beautiful face. She looked back down, and then lifted up from her seat. "So be it."

Dumbledore nodded, and then began discussing what was to be said during the time each one was going to take the wizarding oath. Integra, however, paid no heed to what was said. Something seemed to be troubling her, and she was very wry of leaving the child behind. But none the less, each wizard and witch took the oath, and sealed the fate of this innocent child.

Soon Integra gave her final good byes to her beloved son and was whisked away by her cousin home. Remus, as well, left leaving the headmaster of Hogwarts with Lily and James.

"Give this to the boy, place one drop in his formula of milk when ever you make it. Make sure only one drop." The old man said while handing a vial of red liquid to Lily.

"What is it?" she said holding it to the light as she and James looked curiously at it.

"A power suppressor, we cannot have any notice the dark magic that swells with in his magical core. It is far too dangerous. And we cannot afford Voldemort from founding out about it. I bid you farewell, and take good care of this child. If raised right he will be a strong light wizard like his father."

With that the old wizard placed his wide brimmed hat on his head and stepped outside the cottage, soon his body misted with a sound of a 'pop.'

Both Lily and James looked at the child which began to wail. If only they knew the fate in which they had sealed for them selves by taking in this child. The fate in which would change the whole of the future.

Fifteen Years Later, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, King's Cross

Harry flopped himself down on the leather seat of the train. His luggages already have been put up and Hedwig fluttered in her cage while facing her master. Harry sighed as he leaned his head on the glassed paned window. The train was set to leave in about three minutes. But for some odd reason it felt like an excruciatingly long 3 hours.

Harry rubbed his forehead gently in the spot in which a lighting bolt shaped scar lay, hidden beneath his dark bangs.



It tingled lightly, always letting the boy know, that the person who gave this scar is always near. So near that he is in his mind. In his thoughts, in his dreams, and everywhere he goes.

It was frightening to think of him that way.

Harry shuddered, not from the cold but from the thoughts that passed through his mind and settled in the front most of his brain. The memory of Cedric Diggory's death was still implemented in his mind. Like it only happened yesterday. Harry could still see those lifeless blank eyes staring at him, the cold feel of Cedric's hand, and the maniac laughter of the insane person behind him.

Voldemort

The man who took peoples dreams and happiness away, the man who ruin his life, killed his parents, and gave him his scar.

The man, who could not love, could not be loved, and whose fate was sealed to walk a lonely path, forevermore.

Harry snorted and chuckled to himself.

'Lonely path, what am I doing sympathizing with that man. He was the one who gave me this lonely path to walk on. He was the one who took my parents. It's his fault, all of it.' Harry huffed, and crossed his arms. He glared at Hedwig, for the owl had hooted at his final statement.

"Oh, really, it's not his fault, and how would you know. How do you even know who I am talking about?" Harry challenged the bird and gave him a stern look. The bird hooted some more and fluttered her wings. To a normal person just passing by Harry's compartment, would have thought the boy crazy, but in actuality owls were very smart birds, and with the right patients and time one could learn to understand them.

And Harry did all that, since he had plenty of time and patients.

The compartment door of the train slid open as the train jerked into movement. Hermione Granger appeared followed by her noisy red headed comrade Ronald Weasley.

"Good Morning." Harry said smiling slightly only to be gulped into a hug by the brunette. "Harry it's been too long." Hermione said as she took a seat next to him and placing Crookshanks in front of her leaving Ron to seat beside the ginger cat.

"Hey mate." Ron said, he seemed calmer than usual, Harry noted, as the red head pulled out some chocolate frogs.

"Hey." Harry said softly before returning to looking at the flying view of scenery. Ron, Hermione, and Harry had silently agreed not to talk a lot this time. It seemed all of them were still in shock from what happened in their fourth year. And then they heard Harry had gone to 

trial because over the summer a dementor attacks him and his cousin, forcing him to use under age magic, and of all things in front of a muggle, none the least stupid of the race, Dudley.

But what puzzled Harry the most was the fact the Dumbledore did not stay after to the trial to speak with him, to say a few encouraging words, not even a "Hello, how are you doing today? How is your summer with your evil muggle relatives?" Oh, no he just swiftly left the court room right after the final verdict was past.

So much for a loving mentor...

But yet again I digress from the main subject at hand.

Soon the train stopped and every Hogwarts student filed out of the locomotive. Harry dragged himself not feeling the since to run like other students, or jog, or get all giddy chatting with friends. However, the energy that had seem to leave suddenly returned when he took sight of what was pulling the wagon, in which he once thought invisible now harnessed skeletal like horses with great big black wings.

He shuddered at the sight of them, but it was not a 'ewe' shudder... More of a pleasurable shudder, for some reason the sight of them enticed in him something wild. He could feel his magical core stirring as if it had just awoken from a long slumber. It wasn't the first time he felt that way. The first time it happened was when he faced Voldemort off in his first year. Then in the Chamber of Secrets, after that when he met his godfather, saw Argon the spider, and fought off the dementors. And last but not least when he was in the graveyard, the graveyard in which Riddle Manor stood some what far away in the background.

"I see you notice them. Their threstals... Beautiful aren't they?" a soft voice beckon to Harry, calling him from his distraction. He turned to his right to see a boy with beautiful cerulean blue eyes and long golden hair that was braid and slung back over his shoulder. He had a strong nose, narrow jaw, full lips, and tan skin. Harry had never seen him before, but felt like he knew him so long ago.

"You are?" Harry said, he truly didn't mean to sound rude, but he was tired from the trip and startled by the threstals.

"Abvil, Abvil Benezet." the boy said holding his hand out, the scar marked boy took it and noticed the Slytherin insignia on Abvil's robes.

"Yes, they are unique and quite beautiful." Harry said eying the Slytherin as he got up upon the wagon. Abvil smiled slightly.

"And you are?" he mimicked Harry's tone exactly like Harry spoke previously.

The said boy blush lightly. "Harry Potter." Abvil nodded as if already he knew and just wanted to confirm it.



"I see you've met, mind introducing me Abvil." said a girl's voice. Harry turned around to be startled even more, for the wagon had previously been empty, but now occupying the seat in front of him was a girl with pale blond hair and bright blue eyes.

"Ah, Loony" Abvil said chuckling slightly, Harry felt appalled by that and a blush tinge his cheeks when the girl seemed not to be bothered by it.

"Yes, I am loony, and that's why I will survive against the nargles that will infest your bed at night, and devour your soul." she said.

Harry's sweat dropped as he watched the scene. The girl was obviously out her mind.

"Well, Harry, I will speak with you later. Goodbye and take care Miss Lovegood." Abvil said and walked off to another wagon filled with Slytherins whose eyes did not tear away from the scene, and soon would retell all they saw.

Harry wasn't even sure if he registers Abvil's presences and only nodded his head. And to his relief he was rejoined with Hermione and Ron, who brought along Neville. Thus, the carriage took way.

"I see Harry you've met Loony- I mean Luna Lovegood." Hermione said while blushing in her embarrassment from saying the rude remark out loud.

"Yeah, we met." Luna smiled at Harry who felt some what uncomfortable under her gaze; her eyes seem to look misty in a way. As if she truly did see things others did not.

"Yes, we met."

Great Hall, Hogwarts - School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dumbledore stood in front of the podium. The Professor began his normal speech of welcoming students back, and then sorting the newer ones into their houses. Harry had droned out the speech though. For some reason he was eager to eat his food already, as he was glaring at immensely at his plate.

Harry returned his gaze back to the headmaster of Hogwarts, a man with such nobility, honor, and kindness. A man he looked up to as a mentor, a hero, as well as a father even.

'Oh, really'

Harry startled himself. Were did this question come from? Was he really thinking this way?

'What has he every done for you, hm?'



Harry furrowed his brows as he returned to glare at his empty plate which called to him, begging him to put food on it.

'His saved my life...'

'Really, from what?'

Harry closed his eyes; he truly didn't know what's wrong with him. This inner he, a dark part of him, spoke to him a lot. It wasn't the first time the voice with the guise of how his voice sounded would always bring up such questions when he thought of something good about Dumbledore.

This voice always made him doubt.

'You know if he truly cared, he would have taken you out of the Dursley's home, and let you stay at Hogwarts.'

He can't Harry thought, he couldn't have done it. It's not allowed to host students like that in the school, besides the ward with his mother's love protects him from Voldemort.

Really, are you that dumb?

These 'really' were becoming exasperation to Harry. He would have retorted something cruel and snide, if it had not been for the little squeak he heard from near the podium.

Harry turned his undivided attention to the rather plump, rosy cheeked woman who now stood at the podium. She wore a pink suit (minus pants, replacing it with a skirt) and a little pink hat. Oh, that revolting woman Harry despised the day he saw her perched in her seat looking at him with prejudice eyes, and a snobbish air about her during his trial.

"Hello and good evening. I am Dolores Umbridge. One of the Ministry of Magic's most, reliable, refine, and honorable employees." she had said each word with such drama enriched in her annoying voice, that just hearing her made Harry want to thrust his head in a blender that his Aunt used to make those smoothies for Dudders.

"And I am..." Harry droned out her voice he felt really light headed. And he knew he was earning worried glances from Hermione who seemed to be observing him carefully. Oh, how he desired just to leave this room and run away.

Harry sighed as he leaned toward his empty plate and laid his head done on it. He wouldn't go to sleep; he just wanted to rest his eyes.

Harry...

He felt as if he was drowning.



Harry...

Someone was beckoning to him.

Harry Potter...

"Hey, mate! Harry!" Ron nudged said boy roughly in his shoulder. Harry snapped his eyes open and looked up at Ron. They were in potions and he had dozed off again. He had been doing that lately. Always dozing off, he couldn't really focus on his lessons and he was always hungry most of the time.

But what surprised Harry was that the potions master never bothered him. Moreover, lately the man had avoided all contact with him. He hadn't even made a snide remark to Harry. This was no doubt shocking, especially, when he didn't deduct points from Gryffindor when Ron accidentally blew up the dungeon like room.

"What- How long was I asleep?" Harry said rubbing his eyes. The sting of scar he received in detention with Umbridge still burned in his flesh.

"Whole class period. The git didn't even bother to wake you up. Anyways, class is over so let's getting going! I'm famished." Ron said as he got up, collecting his books, then waited for Harry.

Harry grabbed his stuff and was about to leave when Snape called him. Harry resisted the strong urge to roll his eyes. But told Ron to go on with out him and then turned around to face the potions master.

"Potter"

"Professor"

Both stood still staring at one another. Harry began to feel uncomfortable, Snape crept him out to much.

"Potter, I hope you received the letter from Dumbledore, that you will be having Occulemency classes with me." He said without looking at Harry.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, yeah he remembered, and yeah he didn't care.

"Well, I would like to see you here at 5:00 sharp. And if you're late, you'll only stay later." Snape said while smirking inwardly to himself.

Harry just wrinkled his nose, "is that all?"

Snape turned to sit in his desk, lifted up some papers, took a quill with red ink, and began to write on them.



It was silent like that, except for the sound of the quill, till Snape looked up. He had a strange look on his face.

"Have you any dreams of the Dark Lord? Any visions?" he asked while returning to grading papers. Harry's mouth twitched a little. He looked at the potions master, "look at me." Harry said.

Startled Snape looked up, and just as he did Harry moved his neck in the same manner as the Dark Lord did when he thought he saw him at King's Cross.

Snape gaped at that, he was totally lost for words. "Well Potter... I don't know what to say. Any thing else that's unusual?"

Harry nodded, then for a moment stood still, he closed his eyes and was like that for some minutes. Then he shot them open, and instead of green eyes there were red.

Snape shot up from his seat and knocked his chair over.

"Do you know what this means?!" he blasted, Harry shrugged his shoulders and his eyes returned to normal. "Potter, by the looks of it you know exactly what it means, and you don't even care!"

Harry pursed his lips, he knew the link he had with Voldemort was strengthening, but what was there for him to do? It's not like it's hurting anyone exactly.

"Yeah, I do know. But what will I do? It's not the only thing Professor. I have been trying to speak with Professor Dumbledore about something that happened during the summer... And no not the dementor attack, but something else." the boy wonder flopped himself onto one of the chairs, and rested his head on his hands.

"And what would that be? Does the headmaster know?" Snape inquired as he walked around his desk and stood in front of the scar marked boy.

"No, and he doesn't seem to have the time to talk to me. I really need to speak with someone about it. I tried to tell Sirius, but Mrs. Weasley kept me busy with chores I hadn't had the time." Harry sighed.

"Well then I believe you can tell me, and I will directly report it to the headmaster."

Harry eyed him, he didn't know if he should really tell the man. With Snape being a double agent and all he was sure if the man could be trusted. But then again, he shared a strong link with the killer of his parents. So what was the difference?

"Fine"

Snape waited expectantly as Harry began to retell his tale. Harry let out a frustrated sigh; his was going to miss lunch. Oh, well at least he would finally tell someone about what happen and finally get some answers.



"Well, you see Professor. During the end of June my Uncle Vernon's sister died. And so we all were dressed up to go to her funeral... When we got there my Uncle told me to stay in the car while they left, I snuck out of the car and wondered off into the fields of marked graves..." Harry paused for a moment,

"... Then I saw a nice tree so I went to lean on it. After a while I dozed off and when I awoke... I saw things. Hideous things, zombie like people, they walked to me, told me the stories, told me to let them seek revenge. Some asked me to let them see their loved ones once more. I was freaking out Professor. I thought it was a nightmare. I thought it was all a dream... But then I saw her, that woman, she is always calling me, beckoning to me. I swear I never been so frightened, I thought those things wouldn't leave me alone, but then my scar began to burn and my stomach churned. Everything went black and when I awoke my Aunt and Uncle were yelling at me."

Harry was observing Snape as he retold his tale, he did not let go unnoticed the many shades of colors Snape turned until he was utterly white, paler than the moon.

"Professor"

"Divinus Creperum."

Harry puzzled by what Severus said, stood up and walked up to the man who seemed to be in shock. But as Harry got nearer his vision blurred and his body swayed before Harry knew it, everything went black.

Infirmary, Hogwarts - School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"His eyes were black! Completely, entirely black!" the voice of an elderly woman in pure rage could be heard not so far away.

"Please, Minerva, your voice needs to be lowered. Harry will wake up soon." the headmaster's voice whispered quietly to the old woman.

"I know I am sorry, but Albus... What is the meaning of this?!" the transfiguration Professor said. Her hand placed upon her heaving bosom in which her heart lay underneath. She really needs to calm down before she had a heart attack. It would not do her any good or Dumbledore if she had to be sent to St. Mungo's.

"I do... I do not know." Albus said as he sat himself down in the chair. Oh! What were those muggle relatives of Lily Evans doing? This should not have happened. Oh! The vial, the vial!

Dumbledore pulled at his beard lightly, he was in dear trouble. How can he explain this? For once he was stumped with ideas... or this could be used to his advantage. Yes, yes it could!



Soon plans ran through the headmaster's head that he did not notice the potions master enter the room.

"Professor, headmaster" Severus said as his stringy hair slid in front of his eyes. McGonagall looked a Severus with new found hope as to what happened to Harry.

"Severus, I am sure you have some idea what happened to Mister Potter?!" the Professor again was at it, raising her volume. And this time it was Madame Pomfrey who asked her to lower her voice.

"Unfortunately, I have no clue." Severus said as he looked solemnly at the still form of Harry.

"His eyes, Severus, I never seen it in all my life, they were black! Completely black!" she said horror stricken then place her left hand over her mouth as her right soothed her rabbit-fast beating heart.

Severus considerably paled, and looked from the boy to Dumbledore who yet to come of his stupor.

"I-I do not know..." Severus said, he was nervous, this wasn't supposed to happen, not if Harry had taken his potion. Oh! What shall they do?

Finally, the headmaster realizing his best spy standing beside him looking like he had seen the ghost of Lily Evans, he recollected his composure.

"Do not worry, Minerva. We will see to it that we find out, for now let's not worry the boy about. He needs his rest." With that the headmaster took the double agent aside and walked with him out of the Infirmary. McGonagall gave one last look at Harry before walking out herself. Unfortunately, for Harry he was conscious when the conversation took place and now was to have a rude awakening by the presence of Miss Dolores Umbridge.

Harry did his best to pretend that he was asleep; he truly did not want to have to deal with the fiend, more frightening the Voldemort himself.

"Harry. James. Potter." she spoke his name as if she were reading it from a file, gliding her wand over his hand.

Oh did this boy cause much trouble for the Ministry of Magic. He was a nuisances and ill-mannered. Although, she would not put it against him since he was raised by muggles. Filthy, was the right word to describe them. And unbeknown to her Harry couldn't agree more. Although, like he would agree with her, he was agreeing with... Tom.

Where the bloody hell did that come from?



How the hell should I know?

Well you're me aren't you?

...

Harry sighed mentally, but kept up his facade in looking asleep, as if he were a squirrel in hibernation.

Dolores stood, hovering over Harry's form a while longer. It was ill-mannered boy who ruined her speech, and it was his undoing she would seek to do. A smirk plastered on her ugly face. Oh she would break him, no matter what.

With that she swiftly left the room, looking over her shoulder to glance at the eponymous person of this story. Renewing her promise from swear to oath, and left leaving behind her a trail of a ghastly smell.

Harry sighed once more, but openly this time and opened his eyes. He swung his legs over the bed and looked at his feet. His glasses were off so much of the things he saw were a bit blurry.

"You have a knack for trouble." a silky voice said. Harry quickly turned his head towards the direction of the voice which sounded familiar.

"Abvil" Harry said while rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses. Which almost had in the grasp of his hands then were snatched away from him?

"Here"

The voice said re applying the thin frame glasses onto Harry face. Finally materializing in front of Harry was the said person.

Abvil

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as he looked around the infirmary. It seemed Madame Pomfrey was not around and that they were the only to there.

"I have a proposal to make." said the Slytherin.

Harry turned too look at him startled. A proposal, he didn't even know him!

A/N: I hoped you like this chapter, it is my new revised one. Please, please review. It truly means a lot. Even if it is to FLAME! REVIEW! Anyways see ya next chapter.