*ATTENTION!*

Hello everyone! This is my second story that I will be posting and I'm so excited about it. It's a bit different from my first story. Mainly in the play of who is the bad guys and who isn't, not to mention a few surprises down the road.

Now, I have been trying to write this story for close to a year, almost the same length as my first story. I know a really long time, however I like to finish my story before I begin to post it, that way when readers come across it, they don't get angry with me when I take so long to update.

So, anyway after that little background news, I will allow you to get on with the story. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

*Disclaimer* This is my own creation. I get no monetaries for this story. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling or none to me.

The Unexpected

Chapter 1

It was lunch time and the Great Hall was teeming with students and staff alike. To the far right at the Hufflepuff table, there was lots of joking and laughing going on. They were a cheerful bunch, always smiling; they were also the first to cry when something bad happened.

To the far left sat the Ravenclaws. It was pretty quiet at their table, like always, most ate while reading or doing homework. All of them except Luna Lovegood, 5th year Ravenclaw, that is. She was staring off into space with a dreamy look upon her face. She looked to have something on her mind.

'Hmmm…wonder what Luna is thinking about? Must be something important; she doesn't look to have eaten anything yet.' Harry Potter, 6th year Gryffindor, thought to himself looking over towards Luna.

As if knowing what Harry was thinking, Luna turned her head towards him and smiled. Harry smiled back before looking back at the other two tables in the hall with a thoughtful, yet troubled look upon his face.

To his left, the Slytherin table was silent. The only sound was the scrape of their forks on their plates. (AN. My friend Cassie absolutely hates this sound. I think that I am going to do it just to make her mad. It should prove to be funny.) The student's hardly spoke when in Slytherin house; only to glance around them at the other tables from under their eyelashes.

'Hmmm…I wonder why they never really talk while in the Great Hall. Even the Ravenclaws, who were always stuck in a book, talked every once in a while. When I mentioned it to him, he said that they do talk, just only in the privacy of their rooms and around people they trust. Well, even when they are alone, they still don't say anything. It makes no sense, but oh well.' Harry thought shaking his head before shrugging it off.

'As for my table, they are the complete opposite. Ugh!' Harry thought disgustingly, looking to his right at the Gryffindor table.

Gryffindors moved around, changing seats every five minutes to speak to someone else at the other end of the table. Their table was by far the loudest and messiest, for food was always flying around to student's who wanted it. It was absolutely disgusting.

Harry gave a small sneer at the actions of Ron Weasley, his "best friend." He was stuffing his face with as much food as possible, and then he tried to talk while his mouth was full. This caused food to go flying everywhere; not that no one really noticed, except for the other tables and his other best friend, Hermione Granger.

Hermione, at that moment, was looking absolutely revolted by the actions of her fellow Gryffindors around her. She had learned long ago to place a spell around herself for protection from the flying food and other unmentionables.

'I don't know why she just doesn't get up and move somewhere else where she wouldn't be hit with all that nasty stuff.' Harry sighed in exasperation, shaking his head.

When he looked up at the Head Table, he saw every seat filled up except for one. Professor Snape sat there with an ugly sneer on his face. 'Why does he always wear that sneer? He looks much better without it, not to mention that glamour.' Harry mused to himself before looking at the others at the table.

'Good. Dumbles isn't here. That must mean the plan is in motion.' Harry gave a small smirk at seeing the empty seat at the Head Table. He began to walk between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables to get to the empty space at the other end of the Gryffindor table where it was at least quieter and cleaner.

As Harry was walking between the tables, his emerald eyes locked with the silver eyes of one, Draco Malfoy, fellow 6th year Slytherin. What happened next would stay within everyone's memories for the rest of their days.

Harry made it half-way to his destination before stopping suddenly and giving a bone chilling scream, filled with pain. At Harry's scream, everyone had turned to see what made him scream so loudly and anguish filled.

There Harry stood, just barely, locked in place his face screwed up in immense pain. Nobody could see what was wrong, for nothing physical could be seen to be happening to him. Their only guess was that it was a spell, but how and from whom was it coming from?

Students didn't want to move or try anything because 1) they really didn't know what to do and 2) they didn't want to have the same done to them. (AN. Cowards. The lot of them.)

Teachers on the other hand were frantically rushing to Harry's side to try to help him. Surprisingly, it was Professor Severus Snape who was the first teacher to get within five feet of Harry. What he did next, though, shocked everyone.

"Stop! Don't go near him. There's nothing any of us can do to help Harry right now." Snape said, holding his arms out from his sides to help prevent any of the other teachers from getting any closer to Harry.

"What?! What do you mean, Severus? Of course we can try to help. Now move please." Professor Minerva McGonagall said in her most commanding voice. Anyone smart enough would have obeyed her, but as it is Snape wasn't even listening. In fact, he was already talking again when she had told him to move.

"Draco! Now, call him back to us. Quick, before he gets hurt." Snape urged looking briefly at Draco before going back to watching Harry.

Draco didn't say anything; he just rushed around the table to Harry, who by now had collapsed on the ground writhing in pain. Draco paid no one any attention as he suddenly straddled Harry and grabbed onto his face.

None of the teachers or the student's knew what to do. Snape obviously knew what he was doing, albeit rather confusing to everyone since he had never shown any concern for Harry's well being before. And why did he tell Draco Malfoy, Harry's enemy, to Harry's side and tell him to 'call him back to us.'? What could Malfoy do that the teachers couldn't?

Shock and some anger went through the student's and teachers at seeing Draco Malfoy straddle Harry Potter. When Malfoy grabbed Harry's face, they didn't know what to expect to happen, surely not what happened next though. What they saw, or rather heard, made them relax, but also left many, if not most, confused.

"Come on Harry, come back. Come back to me, honey. Hear my voice and snap out of it. It's not real, honey. Listen to me Harry, come out of it." Draco said urgently, yet softly to Harry's still slightly convulsing body.

Everyone watched in shocked silence as Harry slowly stopped writhing in pain, aside from a twitch here and there, he lay motionless.

"—." Harry tried to say something, but his throat was abused and dry from his screaming.

"Severus, do you have his potion for his throat?" Draco questioned still looking down at Harry worriedly not even bothering to look back to see if Snape was paying attention or would even do anything.

But astonishingly enough Snape immediately reached into one of his robe pockets and withdrew a bright purple potion filled vial, with which he walked to Draco and helped him administer it to Harry.

After gently massaging the potion down Harry's throat to help him swallow it, Draco asked, "Can you hear me Harry? Honey, can you say something now?"

"Dra—Draco." Harry managed to cough out, for even though the potion had helped a little, his throat was still sore.

"Yes, Harry. It's me sweetie. Do you hurt anywhere?" Draco asked, getting off of Harry to run a quick diagnostic test on Harry to see if anything was wrong with him.

"Hurts!" Harry practically moans out, twitching every now and then.

Draco nodded before turning to Snape, "Severus, I need you to get all the potions, including another jar. Oh, and get a nutrition potion, too, would you? Harry didn't take his this morning. I think he may have forgotten to take it.

Snape or Severus as Draco kept calling him, gave a curt nod, and looked down at Harry concernedly one more time before going to get the required potions that Draco had asked for.

"Shouldn't we get Madam Pomfrey? To help with Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously, looking down at Harry whom she considered her brother in all but blood. She was scared and confused about the way Malfoy was being so caring of Harry, but also relieved that he seemed to what to do.

"Severus will get her, if she is not already on her way down here now. She has a monitor that let's here know when Harry goes into a vision to this degree or when he just plain gets hurt, which is very often." Draco replied giving a dry chuckle at the end. He didn't bother to look up though, for he was busy lifting Harry's head into his lap, trying to make him more comfortable or as comfortable as anyone could be while lying on concrete floor.

"You mean this has happened before? More than once?" Hermione was horrified. She had had no idea and she claimed to be Harry's best friend and sister in all but blood.

Draco nodded his head sadly, "Yes, actually this has been happening for the last five months. He didn't tell anyone because he didn't want anyone to worry over him."

"Five months?! How many times a month? And why weren't any of us teachers informed? Does the Headmaster know?" McGonagall asked, positively horrified herself. She couldn't believe these visions had been going on for five months to one of her Lions and nobody had known about them.

"Once a week. And, of course, the Headmaster knows, who do you think is the one to cause these to me, huh?" Harry managed to say sarcastically, before going quiet again. He had used what little strength he had to say that.

No one knew what to say to Harry's revelation. They were scared and very confused about what was being said and done. But before anyone could say something, Snape and Madam Pomfrey came rushing back into the Great Hall towards Harry and Draco.

"Alright. How's he doing, Draco? Severus tells me you gave him a potion for his throat. Has he spoken?" Madam Pomfrey asked, taking out her wand and running a diagnostic test along Harry's body, similar to what Draco had already done.

"Yes, I gave it to him along with Severus' help. He said my name and that he hurt, but they were mumbles, barely coherent. He did say something else, but I'll leave that till after we help Harry." Draco answered, brushing Harry's forehead. He frowned suddenly at feeling wetness on his hand.

When he looked at his hand, it was to see red. Blood. Harry's blood. From his scar on his forehead. At seeing this, Snape and Pomfrey snapped into action.

"Severus, do you have the jar? We're going to need it. And Draco, hold onto Harry, keep him grounded." Madam Pomfrey commanded in that no nonsense voice of hers. Severus pulled forth a jar, took out his wand, and Draco steadied Harry's head in his lap. Then, they began to chant.

No one knows what the chant is, not even the students who were closer than others, for they spoke very lowly. They watched as Severus and Pomfrey ran their wands up and down Harry's body while they chanted. A few minutes passed before anyone saw any kind of result to the chanting.

They saw a glow. A bright green glowing mass was soon brought out of Harry's body. It looked to be fighting, like it didn't want to be taken out of Harry, but Severus and Pomfrey were persistent.

Harry gave a slight moan of pain at them taking the green mass out, but Draco was quick to sooth and reassure Harry that everything would be alright and that it would be over soon.

Neither Severus nor Pomfrey gave any indication that they noticed Harry's discomfort. In fact, they seemed to chant quicker, more rapidly, but still in a low tone.

'Oh, whatever that glow is, I hope it doesn't hurt Harry. But where did it come from and why was it in Harry?" Hermione thought while watching in curiosity, but mostly worry for her brother at what was happening to him.

'What is that green glow and why is it in young Mr. Potter? How do Severus and Poppy know it was in him in the first place? Why is all of this happening and what did Potter mean, that Dumbledore was the cause for all this?' McGonagall was so very confused about the whole situation and a little worried.

Everyone watched as Severus reached for the jar and, him and Pomfrey, levitated the glowing green mass, which they had finally removed from Harry completely, into the jar. Once inside the jar, Severus place many spells and enchantments on it before setting it back into his potions bag.

"How's he doing, Draco?" Pomfrey asked, while she began to cast healing spells on Harry.

"Draco, is he still awake, so that we may administer his potions to help speed up his healing?" Severus inquired, almost at the same time as Pomfrey, showing a few of the potions that he took out of his bag.

"I-I'm fine. I'm aw-awake." Harry managed to say, fighting the pain in his body and throat.

Severus nodded his head and began to give Harry potion after potion, with the occasional help of Draco massaging his throat; but by the time Severus was done, Harry had taken close to ten potions.

Madam Pomfrey, however, was casting spells on Harry and monitoring him to make sure that he was going to okay. Ten minutes go by before Harry was completely healed and lightly dozing off in Draco's lap. Both Severus and Pomfrey sit back satisfied with their work.

"Good. We were able to get Harry healed in a lesser amount of time than we did last week. And we got all of the residue of that curse out of Harry safely." Madam Pomfrey sighed, before spelling Harry's clothes clean of the sweat and blood that was on them.

Severus nodded his head in agreement while beginning to put the empty vials back in his potions bag, "Yes, we succeeded. Now we just have to give the residue to Tom and hope that the goat gets taken care of soon."

"Oh yes, that's right. Did Tom say when he was going to go along with his plans? I never received word on whether or not he would proceed with the plan or not." Madam Pomfrey expressed, sounding anxious and curious, while helping Severus put and clean everything away.

"Yes, Tom is going on with the plan. In fact, if by the absence of the goat is anything to go by, then I believe that the plan has been set into motion." Severus mused out loud, looking more thoughtful than anyone, who didn't truly know him that is, had ever seen.

The students were still confused and very curious as to what and why everything that was going on was happening. 'Was something going on between Harry and Draco? What was going on with Dumbledore being the cause of Harry having his visions? And why was Professor Severus Snape, the overgrown bat of the dungeons, being nice and caring for Harry Potter, the student who he hated above all else?'

So, yes, they were very confused and very curious about everything that was going on.

The teachers were pretty much the same as their students. Except, they wondered about what Severus and Madam Pomfrey were talking about, too. 'Who was Tom? What was the green glowing mass and what did it have to do with a curse? Was goat a nickname for something or someone? And what plan were they talking about? And how did it involve the mysterious goat?'

They had many questions and they intended to get some answers to them.

"Oh, so the plan is being carried out? He's actually doing it?" Harry asked from his position in Draco's lap, scaring everyone who thought that he was sleeping. This caused everyone's attention to focus on Harry, who was looking curiously and excitedly up at Severus and Pomfrey. He was looking more healthy and awake since he had first walked into the Great Hall.

"Of course he is Harry. It's a great and ingenious idea. Besides, you came up with it, so of course he was going to go through with it." Madam Pomfrey teased, shocking everyone. No one had ever seen or heard Madam Pomfrey smile or laugh, let alone tease someone before. She was one of the most strictest adults in the school.

"Hmmm…you have a point Poppy. Ever since Harry and Tom learned of the goat's lies and deceitfulness, they have grown really close. Not to mention that whatever Harry wants, Tom gets if for him." Severus remarked, looking thoughtful, yet hugely amused by what he had just said.

Madam Pomfrey nodded and Draco spoke up, "Yeah, just like when Harry had wanted a chocolate double-decker, with strawberries on top, cake for dinner? And what did Tom do?"

"He went personally down to the kitchens to make it for him." Severus replied, giving a small chuckle while remembering that incident.

"And he ended up ruining the cake 5 times before getting it right…with Harry's help, of course." Madam Pomfrey commented, a small smirk on her face.

"Ah yes, I remember that day. I was originally only joking around with him, but when he actually went to go make for me, I was absolutely shocked and touched that he went to go make me one. But after 5 disasters, I was able to convince him to let me help him make it." Harry laughed, finally speaking up, "I think that was the first and only time that I have ever seen a house elf look ready to cry and kill at the same time."

They all laughed, even some of the students chuckled at what they were saying.

Once they had controlled their laughter, everyone lapsed into silence. The students wanted to know what the heck was going on and why, still. The teachers were trying to figure out why all this was happening and who they were talking about. And the four on the floor, well, they were just relaxing.

Minutes pass by before Madam Pomfrey speaks up, "Harry? I forgot to ask when I was doing your scan, but why are you wearing a glamour? What are you trying to hide?"

At this Harry's face paled several shades, but before he could say or do anything, the Great Hall doors bang open and a man's voice speaks.

"Harry? Why are you on the ground?"