Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter blah blah blah.
A/N: I thought about starting another story with a different plot. I still don't know yet where I want to lead this fanfic, but I have some ideas in the back of my head! I just need to figure out what to do with them and how to implement them into the story... :D
Warnings: Hm, let's see... it will contain femmeslash in later chapters, death, some more dark stuff. To be on the save side, I will rate it M.
Secrets that are no more
Prologue: What's going on?
Albeit being tired, Harry could not sleep. Restlessly he was lying in his bed, eyes wide open and feeling the urge to stand up and walk around. He felt uncomfortable and it didn't help that a storm was going on outside. A lightning bolt lightened the pitch black sky for a millisecond and a boisterous thunder followed suit, shaking the grounds.
Harry sighed and put his pillow over his face in order to cushion the noises not only from outside but also from within the room. His room-mates were snoring uncontrollably loud, among them was Ron Weasley, his best friend for many years. The raven haired boy has been through so much with Ron and his other best friend, Hermione, that it was a miracle that they were still alive. The battle in the Ministry last school year had crushed him deeply and the memories of it evoked long suppressed tears.
He tried not to think of the death of his godfather, and thus rolled to the side of his bed and bent over to open his trunk. He reached for the Marauder's Map – a gift from the Weasley twins – and whispered, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.' Harry decided that he would just take glance at the map to give him something to do. Maybe he would be able to fall asleep after distracting himself from his depressing thoughts.
As soon as he spoke the words, the outlines of the structure of the castle was revealed to him. Everything's normal, Harry thought. Nothing extraordinary, but I should have guessed that. It is the middle of the night, why would someone- He stopped his musings as he saw a figure moving through the hallways and corridors of Hogwarts, their footsteps leading to the entrance of the castle and soon disappeared outside.
Harry was taken aback by this. Out of all people it was him.
'Dumbledore!'
What was the headmaster up to? Was it something so important that he had to leave his bed in the night? Everything was quiet at the moment in the wizard world. He hasn't heard of any attacks in the last couple of weeks. Or maybe something did happen and Dumbledore wanted to investigate it on his own without giving Harry any information. Possibly he just liked strolls on the grounds of Hogwarts and there was nothing to worry about at all. But if it was something important...
Harry quickly murmured, 'Mischief managed' and put the map back inside his trunk, pulling the blanket over himself and closed his eyes. He should try to get some sleep before he had to wake up for school. Ron and Hermione ought to know about this, he figured, and dozed off after what seemed a long time.