Draco stopped when he entered the Slytherin commons

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Intro:

Draco stopped when he entered the Slytherin commons. Jez was leaning casually against the opposite wall staring at him. They stared at each other for a minute before Jez raised an eyebrow.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked.

"Aren't you going to curse me or something," Draco asked still afraid to move.

"I'll wait till your back's turned," Jez said, amused at the expression that passed over Draco's face.

"Is that how you kill your enemies," Draco said suddenly angry, "attack from behind, or just possess their friends to do the dirty work." Jez calmly walked over to Draco until he was only a few inches away. Draco tried to back away but Jez grabbed his robes.

"I gained a little information on Potter after you left so I'll wait to get you for the boyfriend comments...unless you'd rather I take care of it now." Draco opened his mouth for a second then closed it shaking his head. Jez released him and stepped back.

"I need you to find out more about Potter's dream," Jez said casually.

"Are you mad?" Draco yelled, "How are you expecting me to get this? Just waltz up to him in the hall and say 'Hey Potter I've decided I want to know all about your dreams.'" Jez wasn't amused.

"Ask his friends, curse him I don't care, but get me the any information you can on that dream."


Chapter 3

"Let me out!" A sixth year Ravenclaw paused halfway down the corridor trying to figure out where the yelling was coming from.

"Hermione, Ron! Get me out of here." The Ravenclaw followed the sound of fists banging on doors until he came to a broom closet. "Oi! Can anybody hear me?"

"Potter?" the Ravenclaw asked curiously.

"Malfoy, you bloody git, let me out now!" Harry roared from within the closet.

"What…are you…doing in…there," the Ravenclaw said between shoving his shoulder into the door to try and get it open.

"You know bloody well what I'm doing in here Malfoy," Harry yelled.

"If you call me Malfoy again I might just have to leave you here," the Ravenclaw said finally managing to get the door open. He grinned seeing the surprised look on Harry's face.

"Oh. I thought you were…" he trailed off his face getting red.

"No problem. Jerry Flem," the boy said holding out his hand. Harry shook it.

"Jerry?" he asked looking the boy up and down.

"Well, it's actually a nickname. My real name's Stephen," Jerry explained.

"And you chose Jerry?" Harry asked trying not to sound skeptical.

"It sounded good at the time, besides you shouldn't be criticizing the person that saved you," Jerry grinned again.

"Right, well thanks," Harry replied.

"What were you doing in there anyway," Jerry asked, "I know it had something to do with Malfoy but what happened?"

"I was on my way to Transfiguration when Malfoy and his stupid gang grabbed me," Harry explained, "They shoved me in there and then demanded that I tell them my dream." The two began walking down the deserted hall.

"Actually I'm kind of curious about that dream myself," Jerry commented, "There's a lot of rumors going around the school."

"I know," Harry said shortly. He hadn't heard all the rumors but quite a few of them were causing several people to give him dirty looks. They walked in silence for a while.

"I know it's none of my business but could I ask you some questions about your dream," Jerry asked then quickly added, "You know, just to clear up some of the rumors."

"I suppose," Harry said reluctantly.

"Did you really see yourself with Voldemort?"

"Yeah." Harry had decided he wasn't going to give anything but the bare minimum away.

"And is it true he called you his son?" Harry stopped short causing Jerry to walk a few paces ahead of him and then stop.

"I never told that to anyone but Ron and Hermione," Harry said suspiciously.

"So it is true then?" Jerry asked.

"How did you find out?" Harry said starting to back away slightly.

"It was one of the rumors," Jerry explained, "I heard it from a Slytherin a few days ago." Harry thought back and remembered that was when he had first told his friends that he had seen what looked like himself in his dreams. Had there been a Slytherin listening in? What about the grim that Ron had seen? Could it have been a student in animagus form? "Are you ok," Jerry asked interrupting his thoughts.

"Uh yeah, did you happen to know who this Slytherin was?"

"No, I've never actually seen him before but he looked like a seventh year," he paused, "actually I'm just basing that on his voice since I didn't see his face."

"What do you mean you didn't see his face," Harry asked immediately suspicious.

"Well, he was standing in the shadows. It was kinda creepy actually," Jerry stared off into space deep in thought.

"Oh so that must mean whatever he told you was true," Harry said bitterly.

"Hey, I'm just saying…" Jerry started.

"Look, I need to get to class," Harry cut him off then turned quickly on his heel and walked briskly away.


Jerry was walking towards his potions class when someone grabbed him from behind and dragged him into the shadows.

"What did you find out?" said a voice from the shadows. Jerry immediately recognized the voice as the seventh year that had told him about Harry's dream.

"Well, he said it was true that he saw himself…and that Voldemort said he was his son, but he was really freaked out," Jerry said hesitantly. He was beginning to wonder if the money had been worth giving this creep information.

"Anything else?" the voice asked seeming less than pleased with what he had gotten.

"Not really," Jerry said.

"Fine, get out of here," the voice snapped, "and don't tell anyone." Jerry quickly pulled himself out of the shadows and went to class.

Jez watched as Jerry disappeared around the corner before transforming back into a dog and trotting towards the Slytherin commons. Jerry had proven to be less than useful considering he had only confirmed what Jez had already known, but perhaps Potter's unease on the subject could prove to be useful later.

Sorry about the wait. Writers block…on this story at least.