Chapter 4

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The entire fifth year was talking about their first class that the new professors had made. Ron was looking extremely happy at the idea that Professor Aurion did not favor the Slytherins but rather, he seemed to hate their guts. Actually, he wouldn't shut up about it. He was busy talking some fourth year's ear off while playing her in a game of exploding snap, when Hermione finally snapped. She grabbed him by the ear and pulled him out of the room.

"Ron, I'm fairly sure that every Gryffindor, and probably quite a few Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins know what happened. You should really consider shutting up about it." Hermione strode off back to the dormitories without a backward glance. Ron looked up after her, apparently quite confused.

Harry did not have good dreams that night. Most of them involved the same thing over and over again. All he could see in his dreams was Cedric's lifeless face, eyes still open in shock as a jet of green light struck him over and over again. The dream changed. He was in an old house. A fire crackled merrily next to his chair, shadows danced upon the walls. Two people stood before him. One of them had a shock of turquoise hair, the strangest eye patch Harry had ever seen, and an arm that looked quite mechanical. The other carried a large mace, wore a very odd helmet and she had a machine seemingly attached to her back. The woman spoke.

"What is it, Voldemort? We're quite busy lately, reforming the Desians from what is left of them. We do not have time for trifles." Harry spoke in a voice that did not suit him.

"You will listen to my trifles, Pronyma. As I recall, you owe me your lives. I performed magicks that your kind could never do, and thus I freed you from your comrades' imprisonment in the exphere. I'm sure to you it would have been an impossible task." The turquoise haired man spoke angrily.

"If you have time for such talk with us my lord, would it not be better spent on organizing your own forces? We help you only because you freed us from our imprisonment, but once the task you have assigned us is done, the Desians' will no longer be at your beck and call. And if you should contact us again after that, we will almost certainly destroy you." Harry laughed, a terrible sound. He drew out his wand.

"You would be advised not to speak as such before me Forcystus. "Crucio!" Forcystus stiffened; his teeth were clenched as he attempted not to scream in front of his leader. The woman glared at Voldemort.

"Enough! Stop this Voldemort. Tell us why we are here." Harry smiled as he withdrew his wand.

"Unfortunately, the prophecy is not as easily obtained as I had hoped. It may require magitechology to obtain, outside of the person involved taking it himself. And I cannot afford to give myself away so carelessly. I have called you to tell you that it is you and your armies that must collect the prophecy. I want the prophecy before this summer Pronyma."

The woman bowed. "Yes lord Voldemort. She rose and beckoned for Forcystus to do the same. As they left the room Pronyma turned. "You may have saved us from the hell an exphere provides, but our true master will be Lord Yggdrasil, even though he is dead. Our objectives are still the same Voldemort." Pronyma left. Harry flexed his fingers. It was at this point he saw his reflection in the nearby window. The slitted nostrils, the snake like eyes...

Harry sat bolt upright in bed. It had been a dream. A terrible dream, but a dream nonetheless. He had seen Voldemort, no that wasn't correct, he had been Voldemort. The thought made him feel like throwing up. There had been two people in the room. A man and a woman. Voldemort knew them. Harry himself didn't. Perhaps Dumbledore would know who they were. Harry would ask him tomorrow. He tried to go back to sleep, but the idea he may become Voldemort again in his dreams kept him awake until early morning when he finally fell back asleep.

They had DADA the next day. Unfortunately it was with Umbridge. The good news was that they weren't doing it with the Slytherins; they were taking classes with Ravenclaws. They sat in their desks until the bell rang and Umbridge entered. She beamed at the class with a smile that did not suit her toadlike face.

"Good afternoon students!" A few people muttered, "good afternoon professor" but most of the class were somewhat more interested (or rather, disgusted) by a multitude of large warts on Professor Umbridges neck. She frowned. "Now now, that won't do. I want you all to say: good afternoon Professor Umbridge." The class did this, although rather reluctantly. Umbridge resumed smiling. "Good, good. Now I want you to turn to chapter one in your books; Defensive magical Theory by William Slinkard." Several hands went up. Umbridge chose one of them. "Yes?"

"Professor, we don't have that particular book. None of us do."

Umbridge looked rather shocked. "You don't? But Professor Aurion and Professor Sage assured me they would pass out the text books on the subject for this year." Hermione raised her hand. Umbridge pointed at her. "Ms. Granger?"

"Professor Aurion passed out a different textbook." Hermione said reaching into her bag and showed Umbridge the title of: The practical uses of Magic. Umbridge looked as though she had something incredibly sour in her mouth.

"Very well Ms. Granger. I suppose that I will merely have to explain the words of Mr. Slinkard while the rest of you take notes." The class groaned, but took out their parchment and quills and began to write while Umbridge droned on in a voice that could beat Professor Binns for the dullest sound in Hogwarts.

Half the class nearly cheered when the bell went. As they left Umbridge made a last comment. "Don't worry! I'll have your books ready by tomorrow, and I'll have a stern lecture to professor Aurion about his choice of books." Lloyd and Genis stifled laughs. Whatever happened next, Umbridge was soon going to learn a lesson about the temperaments of former-Cruxis members.

Harry had broken off from the main crowd and moved to the front of Dumbledore's office. He suddenly remembered he needed a password. He thought for a moment.

"Sherbert lemon?" No response. "Fizzing wizzbee?" Still nothing. Harry decided to try several sweets at random. "Cockroach cluster! Jelly slugs! Chocolate frog! Liquorish wand!" A voice cut in. "Mr. Potter, just what are you attempting to do?" Harry turned and saw Professor Aurion standing at the end of the hall.

"Oh Professor Aurion, I was trying to see Professor Dumbledore." Kratos nodded.

"About what Mr. Potter. The headmaster cannot be bothered with day to day trifles. Harry nodded.

"I know that Professor, but you see I had this dream..." Kratos cut in.

"Yes, I heard something about your dreams from the headmaster when he hired me Potter, you can explain it to me I'm sure." Harry thought of a way to say what he was about to say.

"Well, I had this dream about Volde- I mean you-know- who." Kratos rolled his eyes.

"There is no need to call Voldemort by such a ridiculous name Potter. Please continue though."

Harry nodded and did as his Professor asked. "He was in a room with two people. One of them was a woman with green hair, the other was a man with a mechanical arm. Their names were Pronima and Frosistis or something like that." Kratos gripped Harry's arms.

"Pronyma and Forcystus?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like them." Kratos jumped as though he had been shocked. Kratos turned to Harry and was about to say something when...

"Potter, I do believe the bell for second class has rung. Five points from Gryffindor." They both looked towards the new disturbance. Snape was standing and smiling contently. Kratos walked up to the potions master.

"It's alright Snape, Harry just wanted to inform Dumbledore about a certain dream he had. I'm quite interested in what occurred as well." Snapes' lip curled into a malicious smile.

"Indeed? Well then you would be best informed that Potter tends to tell rather tall tales, on occasion." Kratos studied Snape for a moment before speaking.

"The headmaster takes a special interest in Mr. Potters' dreams, Severus." When Snape opened his mouth to speak Kratos cut him off. "We can deal with this affair later Severus. Mr. Potter needs to go to class." Kratos turned on Snape, who looked quite infuriated at being cut off as he had, and walked up to Harry. He took a piece of parchment paper out of his pocket and scribbled a note on it briefly, before handing it to Harry.

"You'd best get to your next class Harry. Give this to your Professor when you arrive, it'll give your excuse for being late. I'll relay your dream to Dumbledore. Don't get used to this; I'm not usually so lenient." Harry thanked Kratos briefly before running off, dodging past Snape. Kratos turned.

"Severus." He nodded before turning around and walking towards his classroom. The others need to know about this.

End of chappy. If you're wondering about Umbridge, don't worry. You'll be seeing some of the Umbridge we all know and hate soon. I realize that some people (such as shoebox dragon) will likely not like the reasons that I have set for the Desians to work alongside Voldemort but if you don't like it then SCREW OFF AND KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS TO YOURSELF! I appreciate constructive criticism, but do not appreciate flames. And I fully well realize that Martel "died" long before Dumbledore was even born. However the memory in the first chapter will be explained later in the story. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.