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Chapter 6: Expect the Expected

Harry woke to find a very annoying little house-elf, named Dobby to be exact, standing on his chest with his pointed little nose right in Harry's eye. He was also pulling on Harry's right ear making it very sore and sensitive. Then he had the nerve to yell in it.

"What the HELL Dobby?" Harry yelled, waking the others in the process.

"Dobby is very sorry to Harry Potter he is, but the sirs and misses are needing to wake up now. Mister Snape is looking for you, so he sent Dobby to find mister Harry Potter he did." Dobby said as apologetically as he could.

That made Harry bolt upright into a sitting position, while the others were still blinking their eyes, not having really heard what Dobby said. Harry then became a human whirlwind, waking the others with a spell that simulated the feeling of cold water being dumped on your person without actually getting wet, grabbing clothes and magicking them onto their rightful owners, and trying to explain over all of their protesting, what exactly he was doing.

"In short," he repeated, again, "we all slept in, and now Dobby says that Snape is looking for us. He didn't say anything else."

Ron visibly paled at the thought of being late for another one of Snape's classes, forgetting that he had dropped the class that year. Hermione had to remind him so, and felt compelled to remind the other two (Harry and Draco) of them that they weren't so lucky, since the three of them needed to take Snape's class for one reason or another. Harry figured he should learn how to make his own healing potions rather than go to the hospital wing all the time. Hermione seemed to like the class, oddly enough. And Draco's parents wanted him to learn dark potions, for Voldemort. That, and Draco actually liked the class as well.

They were all rushing for the Great Hall, since it was now lunch time, when Peeves floated up behind them, and dumped a bucket of skunk spray on them. They didn't know what to do. They couldn't curse him since he was a ghost, and they were late enough for classes as it was. They decided it would be a better idea to show up in the Great Hall smelling like they did than to face Snape for missing a whole day of classes.

As they opened the doors to the Hall, heads turned their way, and the four of them could visibly see people's noses wrinkle in distaste at their unique aroma. They then noticed the teachers giving them all looks of open curiosity on their faces. All except Snape and Dumbledore, that is. Snape looked pissed off and Dumbledore just looked amused, which was normal for the two of them.

As the four of them made their way to their separate tables and houses, Harry quickly whispered a lie to Draco for him to use on his fellow Slytherin's for why he entered the Great Hall with 'Potty Potter', which seemed to be his new nickname for the year, courtesy of Draco himself. Adding his new smell, Harry figured that he would never get rid of that name while he was in Hogwarts.

The Slytherin's were laughing their heads off by the time Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats, even if they wouldn't let Draco sit anywhere within smelling range of them. By then, most of the Great Hall had either gone back to what they were doing, or left, having lost their appetite.

"So, care to explain where you've been for the last two day's, and why you smell like shit?" Seamus asked once he got over the smell of the trio.

"Well, Peeves decided to play one of his practical jokes on us... He dumped a bucket of skunk spray on us, and Malfoy too, which is the only reason we find this funny. Malfoy figured that he could get Peeves to do whatever he wants him to, but apparently Peeves found this result much funnier than what Malfoy had wanted." Harry replied, pretending to hold in laughter that really wasn't there. He was pissed off with Peeves just as much as the other three were, if not more. Peeves had promised Harry no more pranks that might get him in trouble, after Harry had threatened to have the Bloody Baron come after him in retribution.

Everyone was still waiting for him to answer Seamus' other question. "And I was with Ron and Hermione for the last two days so you don't have to worry. I wasn't doing anything too stupid, just hanging out in the Room." He finished explaining to them, knowing that they were worried for his sake now, especially after the events at the end of the last school year. The relief on everyone's faces was evident.

Harry supposed he was lucky that the D.A. hadn't banded together by now to mount a search and rescue mission, since they wouldn't have bothered going to Dumbledore first. They had probably checked the hospital wing first though, just to make sure he wasn't there since he spent an unusually large amount of time there at any given point. He was even on a first name basis with Poppy at that point, though he made sure not to call her that while around other students. They didn't really know her well enough to call her that in Harry's opinion.

Harry decided to change the subject by suggesting that they re-form the D.A. and maybe make it a school club of sorts. Then it would be official, and other houses could join, since they hadn't really known about it until it had been found out and disbanded by Umbridge the previous year. By then it was too late for anyone else to join, and therefore too late to learn proper defense skills since they weren't being taught be Umbridge, or any other Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers previously. Except Lupin, that is. And perhaps Alastor Moody, even though that was really Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise, trying to get Harry to the cemetery, and therefore get him killed. Those were the only two teachers that Harry had ever learned any defense from, and Lupin was the only DADA teacher who didn't want to kill him, or get him killed.

Everyone agreed with Harry, and Hermione began planning out a course to follow, along with anything else that might be needed. Harry decided that he had to talk to Dumbledore before they announced the re-forming of the DA, since he would need permission from parents this time. He also figured that Dumbledore would agree with him, since the post for the DADA teacher had not yet been filled. Everyone Dumbledore had owled about the job had refused, knowing that no one had made it past their first year as a teacher of that particular class.

That thought made everyone still at the table enter a deep discussion about who they thought might actually end up teaching the class, be it Dumbledore himself or a combination of all the teachers. Maybe Dumbledore would actually find someone to fill the position after all.

While everyone was in deep discussion, Harry, Hermione and Ron managed to sneak away from the Gryffindor table silently and made their way out of the Hall, and towards Gryffindor tower to get their things for classes that afternoon.

Meanwhile, Snape was fuming silently, not saying a word but sending loathing glares in Harry's direction, as he usually did, so no one thought his behavior was out of the ordinary. But he was upset for reasons than the others could possibly hope to comprehend coming from him. It was almost as if the three of them, his son most of all, were treating him with blatant disrespect, especially after what he had told them last night.

And Harry obviously had a hand in Dobby not telling him where they were that morning. After he had found them, Dobby had popped back to tell him that they would be showing up in the Great Hall shortly, but wouldn't take Snape to them, or tell him where they were in the castle. And it wasn't like Snape had been nice to the House Elf, so he probably knew Snape was angry at Harry for some reason or another, and was trying to protect Harry from Snape's wrath as long as he could, not knowing that he had only made things worse for Harry in the long run.

Snape knew that the four of them had been drinking the night before, and no one had obviously remembered to set an alarm for classes that morning, but Snape didn't care. He was going to think of the most horrible tasks he could for the four of them to complete during their detentions with him in the evenings. The first thing that came to mind was the first year cauldrons, when he remembered that they hadn't actually brewed any potions lately. They had been working on theory only, since Snape didn't feel like dealing with their incompetence. He had his sons incompetence to worry about, and his friends as well.

Since he was lost in thought about the best way to punish the four of them, he didn't notice as they slipped out of the Great Hall, undetected by most of the people in it. Dumbledore however, did notice them leaving, and quietly slipped out of the Hall to go after them.

When Snape finally snapped out of his reprieve, he noticed that mostly everyone had left the Great Hall for their afternoon classes, and to get their things for the classes. 'Well', Snape thought sourly to himself, 'at least he's making an effort to make it to his other classes on time, even if he didn't make it to my class today.'

Snape made his way out of the Hall, with his robes billowing menacingly around him, and proceeded to make his way down to the dungeons in preparation of third year potions. They were almost as bad as the first years, in Snape's opinion.

As Harry Ron and Hermione made their way through the castle to Gryffindor tower, they were intercepted be Dumbledore, who told them about an Order meeting that night that they would have to attend, in order to explain Harry's new predicament. Harry told Dumbledore that Draco would be joining them but he didn't seem at all fazed by what Harry said. Meaning that Snape had already spoken to the Headmaster about Harry blabbing. They had to be there at 7pm sharp so the meeting could be concluded by 9pm at the latest. That meant that Snape would be supervising one of many detentions he had recently handed out to the trio, and Draco's as well.

They continued on to their tower, and when the reached the Fat Lady's portrait, they were horrified to learn that the password had been changed. And since Hermione and Ron had missed the Prefect meeting the night before, they couldn't even begin to guess what the new password was.

Luckily enough, Neville was heading their way, and they had hope that he knew what the new password was. That is, until he told them that he had no clue, and hadn't been able to get into the tower the night before either. He had seen the trio leave the Hall, and knowing that Ron and Hermione were prefects, had followed in hopes of getting the new password. The all decided to wait until more people came, since they needed the new password to get clean clothes, and their school things for classes.

As more people showed up, the trio was again shocked and horrified to learn that even some of the 7th year students who were prefects didn't know what was going on, since the password they used was apparently 'incorrect' according to the Fat Lady. Even though it was the one that they had decided on at the meeting. It had worked the night prior, so the prefects were wondering what was going on. The only other two people who should be able to change the password were Professor Mcgonnagal and Professor Dumbledore. And they had no reason to change the password without telling anyone.

By now, all of Gryffindor was stuck standing outside of their tower, unable to enter, almost suffocating on the smell of Harry, Ron and Hermione. The three of them decided that they would leave and find either Mcgonnagal or Dumbledore and see if they they knew what was going on. It was a good thing for them that Harry constantly kept his Map on his person, or it would have taken forever to find one of the professors, if not impossible.

And it just so happened that they were both in Dumbledore's office. They made their way there in a rush, since they didn't want to be late for yet another class, since they had already missed a day and a half of classes... both with Snape and Mcgonnagal in Harry and Hermione's cases. Ron had a different class than they did during first period. Hermione had thought that he might be taking Muggle Studies, and since she had dropped the class, she couldn't be sure. And she couldn't be sure of what his other class was either. Her and Harry had double Potions together, then double Transfiguration all together.

They reached Dumbledore's office just as he and Mcgonnagal were leaving in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom. Harry called out for their attention. "Professor, professor!" They both turned to face him. "Well hello Harry, Ron, Hermione," he responded to them in turn. "What can I do for you three today?" He asked, curious why Harry would run in the Halls after a teacher.

"Did you or professor Mcgonnagal change the password for Gryffindor tower?" Harry asked quickly. Dumbledore and Mcgonnagal gave him a curious look. "I know that I didn't, since we leave that up to the prefect's to decide. Minerva?" Dumbledore turned to face her with the question. "No. I didn't change the password. As you said, Albus, we usually leave that up to the prefect's to decide. Why do you ask, Harry?" She turned to Harry, who had a very confused look on his face. "Because the password has been changed since the prefect meeting last night, and not even the prefect's know what it is. Something strange is going on, isn't there? Only you and professor Dumbledore should be able to change Gryffindor tower's password, right?" Harry asked, looking at the both of them questioningly. "Aside from the house prefect's that is," he added as an afterthought. "You're correct about that Harry. And if the password has been changed, then there is something strange going on, most definitely." Dumbledore didn't sound very happy with this news. "Minerva, let's go." They pulled their wands out so they could be ready, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed suit, and they all headed for Gryffindor tower.

When they finally reached Gryffindor tower, everyone was still waiting outside, having been unable to either guess or change the password to gain access to the common room. Dumbledore ordered them aside, and walked up to the Fat Lady. "Good afternoon, Matilda." Dumbledore said to the portrait of the Fat Lady. So that was her name. "Afternoon, Headmaster," Matilda responded curtly. "Can you please explain what is going on here, and let me into Gryffindor tower so I can make sure nothing is amiss, Matilda?" Dumbledore asked her politely. She gave him a wary look-over, almost as if to be certain that he was who he looked like, before nodding her head, and swinging open. She had neglected to explain what was going on, though the Headmaster didn't seem to care at the moment.

As Dumbledore and Mcgonnagal peered into the portrait hole, a flash of red light shot their way, missed Dumbledore by a hair, but caught Mcgonnagal square in the chest. Hermione was the first by her side, checking to make sure that she hadn't been severely injured by the curse. "It was just a stunner spell, she'll be alright," Hermione explained, easing the tension of the students there. She stood up and walked to the headmaster's side, in preparation of a duel, only to find someone that she didn't know stumbling out of Gryffindor tower, apparently blind, and firing wildly since she didn't apparently know where she was. Dumbledore aimed a disarming spell at her so she couldn't do anymore damage to any of the students or to herself. Hermione caught the girl as she fell, and tried to reassure her that she was safe where she was and wouldn't be harmed by anyone there.

They took the mysterious girl, as well as professor Mcgonnagal to the hospital wing, so see what could be done about her vision, and if she could be given a calming potion. Poppy had agreed with Hermione's assessment of Mcgonnagal's health, especially since she had awoken upon arriving at the hospital wing, and saying that she could return to teaching in one day since she would be feeling some of the effects for a few days.

The girl, who still hadn't given her name, was sitting in hospital issued pajamas on a hospital bed, and looked much calmer since drinking the potion. She still seemed unnerved that she couldn't see anything. As the others were discussing what to do with her, she finally spoke. "Where is my father?" She asked. "If I'm at Hogwarts, then he should be here."

"What is your name, dear, and who is your father? Perhaps I can find him for you." Dumbledore asked her sincerely, since he had never met the girl in his life, and there weren't many people in the school at that point that could have a child of her age, approximately 16-17 years old.

The child seemed to brighten instantly, at hearing Dumbledore. "Uncle Albus!" She exclaimed brightly, before hopping off of the bed and attempting to make her way to her 'uncle'. She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. "Don't you recognize me?" She seemed quite put out that he didn't seem to recognize her. And she didn't seem able to answer what her or her father's names were.

Meanwhile, Harry was standing back in the shadows, trying to place where he had seen the girl before. He was positive he had seen her too. He just couldn't remember... Then it hit him, just as Poppy placed a pair of rounded glasses, just like his, on her face. This was the face he had dreamed of for years. In his sleep, he would always look in the mirror at himself to find her face staring back. He had always supposed that that was what he would look like if he had been born a girl, and that everyone always had an occasional dream of what they would look like if they had been born as the opposite sex. So he never discussed the dreams with anyone.

He didn't want anyone to get any ideas until he figured it out either, so he slipped out of the hospital wing and headed for Dumbledore's office, sending a spelled note that he made on his way, to the Headmaster, asking him for a private audience, and to keep that girl in the hospital wing, away from everyone for the moment. He then waited patiently for the headmaster to arrive, and when he did, the only conclusion Harry had come to was that the girl was somehow him, and told Dumbledore why he thought he was right.

"So you see, Albus," Harry concluded, "I used to have these dreams when I was younger, and since I came to Hogwarts, they went away, until this summer, so I never thought anything about it. But I still don't see how a person can be split in half like that." Harry was getting tired, though he wasn't sure why. "And I don't think we want anyone finding out about this until we have some clue as to what is going on. My only question is how would she know that Snape is my father? She acted like she expected him to be there and to know who she was."

Harry and Dumbledore sat contemplating the situation Harry was in. And this time Harry had been trying not to get into some kind of trouble, but it had found him anyway. Harry suddenly had an idea. "Did my mom ever have a personal bank account with Gringotts? Never mind, I know everyone has to have one, especially if their parents are muggles. But I wonder if she kept it? She may have left something in there for me or Snape to eventually find." He soon had plans to go to Gringotts that day.

When they stopped back into the hospital wing, they discovered that the unnamed girl had literally vanished right before Poppy's eyes. That made Harry believe even stronger that she had something to do with his dreams. And possibly even the concealment charms on him. Harry hopped that his trip to Gringotts with the headmaster would be and eventful one, and that he might finally get some answers. Then again, he might just find out that he was crazy too, and be sent off to St. Mugos... He should really learn to expect the expected as well.

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A/N: Sorry it took so long... I got writers block for a little while, but as you can see, that's over now... I will update again as soon as possible... Please review!