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Chapter 3: Indifference

A bleary eyed Harry made his way down to the great hall for lunch, his temple throbbing. A small grimace spread across the boys face as his right hand rose to his aching head. Emerald eyes squeezed shut, trying to stop the world from moving in a very sickening way. Harry had just returned from transfiguration and found his headache worse then it was at the beginning of the day. Harry was unable to get any sleep the night before, forcing himself back to the world whenever he felt the dream creeping over him.

"Here, Harry." Said a concerned Hermione in the quietest voice possible, handing Harry a small bottle of yellow potion, "It should help with the headache."

Harry nodded, but stopped when the movement caused alarms to go off inside his head. He downed the bottle, leaning back against the cold stone wall as he waited. The feeling of tension behind his eyes immediately decreased, allowing him to think more clearly. Harry opened his eyes slowly, taking in the view around him. Tired lids closed back over his eyes as one of the last people he wanted to see today appeared. Now he remembered why there was such a feeling of dread this morning. Today was one of the many days a week he had lessons with none other then Professor Dumbledore. Suppressing a groan of weariness Harry stood up straight, forcing a small smile to spread across his face.

"Good morning Harry, Ron, Hermione." said the Headmaster, nodding to each of the three in turn, before returning his gaze back to Harry. "I thought it would be best to have your lesson during lunch, since you have detention with Professor Snape this evening. Does this sound alright?" And even though it sounded like a question, the look on Dumbledore's face said there wasn't any room for disagreement. The Headmaster smiled at them all in turn again, before heading up the stairs and to his office, expecting Harry to follow him. Of course he did. He gave his friends a wave goodbye, though they were already to busy talking together to notice. Harry's footsteps felt heavy with dread, knowing he was no where near well enough to begin training for the day.

The Headmaster and Harry arrived at his office and stepped inside the rising staircase after a muttered "Chocolate taffy." The view that reached Harry's eyes was the same since his first time at seeing the office, though the feelings brought on by the site of it were much different. The minute Harry stepped into the office, he effortlessly placed up the wall around his mind, blocking the older mans entry. They stayed like this for a while, until Dumbledore appeared to be satisfied and stopped the silent attack. He gestured for Harry to sit in one of the chairs before his desk, before taking a seat in the one behind it. The old wizard gazed at him for a moment, studying him before speaking, saying the same words that have been said since the first day of Harry's 6th year.

"So your scar is still hurting, is it Harry? And are you having any nightmares, about Voldemort I mean." The blue eyes sparkled behind the Headmasters glasses, hoping for some good news. News, that Harry didn't have to give. Ever since last year, when he was having dreams about Voldemort, Dumbledore thought it was a very good idea to keep them going. The Headmaster hoped Harry would have a warning dream if Voldemort was going to plan anything big, or attack. Basically he hoped of using Harry's nightmares as a way to get information, though so far they haven't worked that well. His dreams were always of Siruis, Siruis dying, him betraying Siruis, nothing of the Dark Lord. But even as Harry told Professor Dumbledore this, hoping it would make the older man give up, he saw the familiar stubbornness and determination in his eyes, that said it was no use.

When Harry had first started to have the dreadful nightmares, he had asked the Headmaster for a dreamless sleep potion, one Dumbledore had provided. For a while that was. But as Harry's lessons at Grimmauld Place had gotten more extensive, the Headmaster had stopped allowing Harry to take the potion. Harry was then told of Dumbledore's hopes, that he would be able to use Harry to spy on Voldemort's plans. Since that night on, Harry was no longer allowed the dreamless sleep potion. Not even when he just asked to use it once a week, or once month, the answer was no. Dumbledore kept on saying, that what if it was that one time Harry took the potion, that he would get a dream about Lord Voldemort. So the answer remained no, and Harry was made to suffer for a chance at getting information on Voldemort's plans. Harry was made to have many sleepless nights, unable to retreat to the dream world, afraid of what he would see, so that Dumbledore could get what he wanted.

Harry pushed down a feeling of bitterness at the old man and instead concentrated on his movements and expression and not a moment too soon. For it was when Harry dragged himself out of his thoughts, that Dumbledore attacked. Harry swiftly moved out of the chair, dodging the spell aimed at him, while pulling his own wand from out of his pocket. He turned to face the older wizard, concentrating hard at watching every warning sign on what spell the other would use, and what he could use in return. And so Harry's lesson began. Just like every other day of the week.

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There was only fifteen minutes of lunch left, when a tired and soar Harry stumbled into the Gryfindore common room. No one made any comment about how tired he was, of the grimace of pain on his face when he sat down in a chair by the fire. Harry glanced over to look at Ron and Hermione, who were talking quietly. Harry remained silent, allowing the other two to continue as if he wasn't their, something that was not new to him. But even as Harry placed a look of content and peace on his face, he felt a familiar ache. An ache caused by one simple fact. The trio was growing apart. The changes were so small that no one but Harry noticed, but soon everyone would. Harry could no longer tell the two everything and he knew they didn't tell him everything either. Ron and Hermione were spending more and more time together alone, leaving Harry by himself. And it was all because of Dumbledore. All of the space between Harry and his best friends had started during the summer.

When Harry first got the letter from Dumbledore, telling him he was going to be picked up in a weeks time, only two week of staying at the Dursleys, Harry was overjoyed. He couldn't wait to escape that silent prison, to escape the memories. Fine it wasn't as bad as when Harry was younger, he had gotten much to old to be treated like that. For the last few years he could fight back with his uncle, all thanks to the non sympathetic work outs designed by Oliver Wood for Quidditch practice. But he still felt a breath of relief at the thought of leaving the one place that was farthest then what Harry could call a home.

A week had passed and Dumbledore had arrived, even though Harry was certain he would change his mind, or something would happen to keep him at the Dursleys. For the next week Harry found himself hanging out with Ron and Hermione at the Burrow, trying desperately to forget what had happened just weeks before. But at the end of the week, Dumbledore came for Harry again and, against Harry's wishes, took him to The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Sirius's old home, old prison. Harry's new property. For it was true, as much as Harry didn't want it, number 12 Grimmauld Place was his. Harry had been forced back to the one place that he didn't want to go the most, hell he would have rather went back to the Dursleys then go there. There, back to the memories. Back to the images. Siruis turning a corner. Siruis walking down the stairs. Siruis talking to Harry in the kitchen. Those images that refused to disappear. The pain that would not go away.

But Harry wasn't even allowed time to get used to his new residence for the summer, if he ever would. For it was then that the Headmaster told Harry of his training idea. Told Harry of his plans to teach Harry Occulemency and how to prepare himself against Voldemort. And Harry agreed. Not only did he agree, but he threw himself into the lessons. Practiced non stop for three weeks, until Hermione and Ron came to live at the house. Harry was over joyed at the news that his friends would be coming to stay there. At the ideas and plans he was forming in his head for them to do. Though Professor Dumbledore had different plans. The training continued like before. Harry worked all the time, only seeing glimpses of his friends all summer. Having five sentence conversations before he was whisked away to another lesson, or to learn another spell. It wasn't until the end of the summer, when Dumbledore became to busy to give Harry lessons every day, that Harry noticed the change.

While he was busy training and learning spells to defeat Lord Voldemort, Ron and Hermione had become closer, much closer. Not having Harry's presence there to create a situation of "Only friends." Ron and Hermione had started to become more. Not exactly together, though not just friends, but still enough to make things awkward when Harry tried to rejoin the group. Silence stretched between them, until it became normal. Unspoken words and thoughts began to pile up between them, until it was almost suffocating. While things had improved greatly, back in the familiar routine of Hogwarts, it still wasn't the same. There was a line between the three. Hermione and Ron were on one side, while Harry was on the other. And the line was only growing thicker.

Harry sat in silence, watching his two best friends out of the corner of his eye. They would always be friends, the three of them. Too much had happened for them to be able to break apart completely. But the bond that had only been the trio's, the bond that many had been jealous of.. was disappearing, fading.. And there was nothing Harry could do to stop it.

)(Alright there wasn't much going on in this chapter, it was more of a catching up so you could understand the tension between Harry and Dumbledore and the gap between Harry, Ron and Hermione. I hope it was OK :Takes deep breath: Next Chapter, the rest of detention with Snape and an interesting discussion between Snape, Harry and Dumbledore. Enjoy :D)(