"Merlin." Dumbledore simply said as the legend walked into his office. He noted that as usual Merlin surveyed the room looking for any threats, not that he would find any.

Merlin smiled at him before walking over and sitting down at his usual chair by his desk.

"What did you want to discuss?" Merlin asked. Dumbledore smiled briefly, always directly to the point, he dare say that Merlin would, or did, not like the shuffling around of politics. Moving around some of the papers on his desk, Dumbledore sighed before saying:

"The last time we met, we discussed the method of Harry's problem without, causing him to – to–"

"To die." Merlin said, his gaze now sharply on Dumbledore's. No, definitely never a politician Dumbledore reaffirmed.

"Yes."

Merlin held Dumbledore's gaze for a few more seconds before briefly nodding and looking away.

"The last time we spoke, you said that in order for Harry to be healed, all living Horcruxes had to be in the possession of the caster."

"Yes." Merlin simply stated.

"Simply put, for what purpose? Why wouldn't you just destroy all the persons Horcruxes instead if you are already in possession of them?"

Merlin sighed.

"When you create a Horcrux, it is the most foulest and terrible magic you can do. Simply saying that you have to "murder" someone does not put it in perspective, the actual ritual is – disgusting." Merlin shivered slightly as if recalling a particularly bad memory. "You can of course 'put yourself back together' through remorse."

Dumbledore nodded, he had found that much when he first began to research the demented objects. He had originally hope there was some way to save his old student but eventually conceded that Voldemort would never regret his actions.

"My spell makes them whole again, it does not just destroy all of the Horcruxes but brings all the pieces of the soul together again."

Dumbledore looked up at that, a small flicker of hope escaping on his face.

"Albus, he can't be saved. I know how you feel, knowing someone and having to fight them, I know how it feels that you feel as if you were responsible for them turning away and if you had only tried just a little harder – But it matters not, what's done is done and Voldemort has been given enough chances in the past to repent for what he has done."

Dumbledore sighed leaning back into his chair and observing the man in front of him. Some of his words sounded far too experienced.

"Who did you fail Merlin?"

Merlin's face turned to stone instantly. He stared at Dumbledore and he briefly wondered if he would answer before Merlin leaned forward.

"I knew a girl. She was sweet and kind, and loved everyone she knew. She was the ward of a tyrant king who banned magic, slaughtering anyone who dared breathe its words in his halls. Soon she began to tire of him, until she discovered she had this magic too. Her exhaustion led to fear, which led to anger and hatred. She pleaded with me, begged me to tell her that she wasn't going crazy."

A single tear rolled down Merlin's face, splashing on the floor. The room was completely silent, not even any of the portraits made a sound.

"I turned her away. I told her that her dreams were simply dreams and her magic were merely coincidences. From her fear and hatred she started to plot the downfall of her guardian. She put the whole kingdom to sleep just to try to kill him. And I – I"

Merlin seemed to start to choke on his words, the grief still plain in his words after the many centuries.

"I poisoned her." He whispered. "I held her in my arms as her life started to fade away. And then – and then I traded her life away, as if it was nothing more than a bartering chip. And so she became our greatest enemy – one of my greatest enemy's. And so I killed her. And she came back, so – I killed her again."

Merlin bowed his head further and silence filled the room again. Nothing seemed to move before Merlin looked up again, his eyes wandering around.

"Now – the past is the past, what I did is over with."

Dumbledore bowed his head, humbled to hear a part of the great man's life.

Sighing, Merlin sat back into his chair, staring off into the distance before furrowing his eyes.

"That wasn't here before."

Dumbledore frowned, turning slightly to see Merlin staring at a pedestal with a ring on it.

"Ah, yes I must have left it out. My mistake."

Merlin's eyebrows raised.

"Is that a Horcrux?"

"It was one, I destroyed it."

Merlin nodded before returning his gaze to him.

"What happened?"

Dumbledore gazed at the infernal stone that sat across from him. Ever since he had destroyed the Resurrection Stone it had seemed to stop working, not that he ever was fully sure that it worked.

"I found its location, it was heavily trapped and warded, I almost made a mistake that almost cost my life, before your warning drifted through my mind, did you know?"

Days before Dumbledore had embarked on his journey, Merlin – then Leon to him had visited his office too simply state:

"Sometimes we let what we want most cloud our judgement" Merlin said. "I didn't know exactly what you were doing, but I guessed it was something of importance and I thought I'd share some advice with you, I certainly have learned that lesson hard enough."

Dumbledore nodded before hesitantly leaning forward slightly, this was the part of the meeting that he had been the most nervous about.

"I have a favor to ask of you."

Merlin's brow furrowed as he suspiciously looked at Dumbledore, no doubt used to people attempting to use him.

"I am the headmaster of this school, and although some do not think so, I indeed have many duties to attend to, however the goal of finding and procuring Voldemort's Horcruxes is just as important to the fate of the Wizarding world."

"You want me to look for them instead." Merlin said, his eyes never wavering from his own. If Dumbledore didn't know any better, he would think Merlin was using Legilimency.

"I do. I am, if I may say, a very capable wizard, but you far exceed anyone and would easily be able to overpower and traps that Voldemort set, while I have already shown a tendency to fail."

Merlin nodded before asking,

"What about Defense?"

Dumbledore smiled. "I think I have a temporary solution that should work on the days you are gone."

Merlin nodded, trusting that Dumbledore wouldn't do something ridiculous.

"My only worry is Harry. You mentioned before that you needed to teach him your own – branch of magic. I assume that you will not be able to right away?"

Merlin shook his head.

"No, he just began to master non-verbal spells, he's going to be starting on wandless magic and nighttime duels soon."

Dumbledore's eyebrows raised.

"So soon? It's only been a few months since the beginning of term."

Merlin merely smiled, his eyes shining back, momentarily flickering gold and then back to remind Dumbledore of who he was. Nodding, Dumbledore smiled.

"Very well, I'll make sure he continues his training in your brief abscesses."

Merlin nodded asking:

"When will I leave?"

"In a few days, I have reason to believe that the next Horcrux may be – difficult to get to."

~0o0~

Harry cheerfully went through his classes of the day. Ever since he had cast the nonverbal shielding charm, Harry had felt like he was really making progress. Sure, every time Emrys and he dueled, he could feel himself getting better, but this was actual and physical (sort of) proof that he was progressing.

Throughout the day Harry had been nonverbally summoning things to him with glee, it really was quite amazing.

Harry was bumped out of his thoughts by his approaching friends. He smiled at the slightly guilty, he had been neglecting them both a bit since he had started training with Emrys.

"Hey guys!" Harry said, falling into stride next to them. Ron frowned at him.

"What has you all cheerful?"

"Ron!" Hermione said.

Harry laughed.

"I dunno, it's just a really good day, you know?"

Ron stared at him while they walked before shaking his head and muttering

"He's gone mental."

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled over at Harry.

"So what have you been occupied with lately?"

Harry frowned for a moment glancing over at her.

"What do you mean?"

"What she means, is who is it mate?"

Ron cut in.

"Who is who?"

Ron rolled his eyes.

"The girl!"

Harry stopped in the middle of the hallway gawking at Ron.

"Girl?!"

Ron and Hermione stopped and turned to look at him.

"Yeah mate, we figured it out a while back, you've been leaving the dorm at night frequently and sometimes don't get back to late, you haven't been hanging out with us nearly as much, you –"

"We weren't going to say anything but it's been over a month now and we – well we just agreed to see what you were going to say, we don't mind – we just wish you would, well, spend time with us again?" Hermione burst out.

Harry stared at both of them with his mouth open. He knew he had been neglecting his friends a little, but he didn't realize it had been THIS bad. Harry sighed and shook his head.

"Look, guys. There's no girl. I've just been – really busy."

Ron looked at him skeptically.

"There's a war on, Voldemort's back and everyone knows it, Sirius is dead because I was an idiot –"

"Harry –"Hermione started.

"And you two think that I'm disappearing because of a GIRL?!"

"Then what are you doing!?"

Ron shouted, glaring at him as Hermione shuffled back a few feet. Harry stared at both of them in expatriation before slumping his shoulders.

"I'm sorry. Both of you, really I am. I know – I know that I've been a terrible friend lately, but I've just been having to – well work out things with myself on my own."

Ron took a few steps forward and put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Look mate. I know that everything's been stressful lately and I am sorry about Sirius. But don't cut everything out of your life to just focus on what's coming, friends are important too."

Harry just nodded, wondering when his friend had started to gain his new found wisdom.

"Come on guys. We're going to be late for class."

Hermione spoke up.

Harry and Ron nodded at each other and turned to go to class. As they walked down the halls to DADA, Harry wondered just why he couldn't bring himself to tell his friends what he was doing.

~0o0~

Merlin walked to his class excited and nervous at the same time. He was making a special announcement that he hoped would give his class a better and deeper understanding of what dueling was like, of course nothing would really prepare them for an actual fight, but at least they would have some inkling.

He was nervous about talking to Harry. He was leaving in a few days and he didn't want Harry's training to suffer because of it. At the same time, he would miss helping him for the days he was absent. Although Merlin had taken on many apprentices in the past, Harry was one of his favorites. He had a temper, and sometimes looked at the world as only light or dark, good or evil but he had a good heart.

Merlin pushed open the door to his classroom and quickly walked to the front.

"Welcome back Class. Today we are going to be doing something a little – different. You all are 6th years and by now should have a decent grasp of how to hold yourself in a fight. Now then at the end of the year we will be holding an all-out tournament, the winner will be of course rewarded. In the meantime our class is going to turn very practical, most days we will be training together, and I will even pit you up against each other."

"How are we going to do fight in this classroom Professor? It isn't large enough." Hermione asked.

Merlin smiled, he always loved intelligent people. "Good question! For the past few weeks I have been restoring and expanding the old dueling hall. It has long been in disrepair, but today I am glad to show it to you all."

Excited chatter and whispers broke out between the classmates. Harry stared up at him with one eyebrow raised. Merlin merely shot him a grin before he made a mental note to talk to Harry.

"Right then! The Dueling Hall is right across from the Great Hall, it was previously hidden but it is accessible now at all times for anyone wanting to practice, except during class times of course, go head on down and I will meet you there."

The class slowly started to filter out of the room, but not before Merlin gave Harry a pointed look. The boy rolled his eyes but hung back from the rest of the group. From the corner of his eye he saw his friends frown at him before following the rest of the class.

"Don't hold yourself back Harry." Merlin said sternly as soon as everyone had cleared the classroom. Shock momentarily crossed Harry's face.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" He asked suspiciously.

Merlin chuckled and shook his head.

"After a few months of teaching you, I am fairly adept at reading your facial expressions."

Harry nodded before frowning.

"But won't I have an unfair advantage?"

Merlin shook his head.

"Do you think in a fight a Death Eater is going to stop because they have the advantage? No, they need to learn, and one of the best ways is to pit them against someone who is far better then everyone in the class."

Harry's face reddened and he ducked his head at the praise before nodding.

"One more thing Harry, I'm going to be absent for a few days, but don't worry, Dumbledore assures me that he has someone lined up to continue your training while I'm away."

Harry hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking.

"Do you know who sir?"

"I believe Dumbledore intends to continue your training."

Harry's eyes lit up slightly and Merlin smiled, happy to know his young apprentice wouldn't be too distraught with him leaving.

"Now then, we better head down before the students started hexing each other."

~0o0~

Harry stood on the other side of the ring from his first opponent, a Hufflepuff he didn't know. After the first dueling class, Merlin had combined all 6th year classes into one, making it easier to pair up. Of course now that meant the Slytherins were in his class as well.

As Harry waited for the rest of the students to be assigned a parenter, he looked around the giant hall. It was long and rectangular, with a peaked roof and a long dueling mat, designed to protect against any injuries. Like the Room of Requirements, Emrys had installed dueling runes, so that spell fire didn't accidentally hit anyone else.

"Ready" Emrys called, standing on a raised platform in the center of the room.

"Take positions."

Harry quickly fell into his usual loose stance, allowing him to easily roll and dodge. The Hufflepuff across from him nervously stepped back, warily eying him.

"Begin."

Instead of immediately attacking like most of the other students, Harry waited. The Hufflepuff, thinking he had the advantage yelled

"Stupefy!"

Harry raised his eyebrows at the common spell and easily dodged it. The boy frowned and yelled.

"Stupefy, Petrificus Totalus!"

Harry quickly realized exactly how far ahead he was from his classmates. He sidestepped the first spell, and quickly flung the second spell back at his opponent. The Hufflepuff squeaked and hastily raised a shield.

Harry raised his wand and shot a spell at the Hufflepuff who predictably tried to block the spell. To his surprise it curved around it and hit him, stunning the Hufflepuff and ending the duel.

Looking around he saw Emrys grin and give a nod before returning his gaze to the rest of the students. He was the first to finish.

As the duels quickly came to a close Emrys called out: "We still have some time left, are there any challenges?"

A brief silence filled the room before:

"I challenge Potter." A sneering voice said.

~0o0~

Harry coldly regarded his foe, Draco Malfoy. He confidentially stood across from Harry, a seemingly permeant sneer plastered on his face. A tremor of irritation flashed through him, before Harry closed his eyes and calmed his emotions before opening them again.

"Take Positions."

Harry slipped down into his familiar stance, Malfoy stepped forward and raised his wand. Neither fully registered the crowd of studnets cheering for one or the other.

"Begin."

Malfoy quickly whipped his wand upwards, muttering an incatation. Harry quickly ducked, noting that Malfoy still needed to speak the words, but didn't need to yell them like most students.

Grudgingly he gave his opponent a little respect before quickly returning fire, weaving around Malfoy's spells. His opponent was quickly on the defensive, erecting a shield in front of him to absorb Harry's spells, helping bolster his own shield. Harry grinned wickedly. There was a major flaw of the absorption shield, and he was about to painfully teach it to Malfoy.

He quickly slashed his wand, a giant energy whip flashed across Malfoys shield, causing it to break and emit a flash of light, throwing his opponent out of the ring.

"Now then Class, can anyone tell me what just happened?" Emrys asked, helping Malfoy back to his feet. He looked around at all of them before rolling his eyes at Harry. "Besides you Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled sheepishly before lowering his hand. Emrys surveyed the room once more before briefly nodding.

"The Absorption shield, cast by Mr. Malfoy is a double edged sword. It takes a decent amount out of you, but it sustains itself by absorbing your enemy's spells. Obviously it is not a perfect ratio, and the caster still needs to supply some energy. Now, knowing this can anyone guess what happened and why Malfoy's Shield exploded?"

Hermione's hand shot up.

"Yes Miss Granger?"

"Well, you said that the shield absorbs energy, obviously the energy wouldn't be used up immodestly – so instead it helps bolster the shield. Usually when a shield is broken the access energy would just flow back into the casters body, but since some of the energy isn't the casters, instead it would just explode?"

"20 points to Gryffindor Miss. Granger, a very good explanation indeed. Would anyone besides Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter care to try to explain what caused the shield to break like that in the first place?"

Silence once again filled the room and Emrys rolled his eyes. "The problem with the Absorption shield is that it can only hold and absorb so much, Mr. Potter's energy whip was far too much energy for it to absorb at one time, so it shattered releasing all the energy it had stored up. Always remember, a spell or shield always has a counter."

"What about the killing curse?" A student called. Murmurings and agreements passed through the students. Emrys shook his head and sighed. He whipped out his wand and slashed upwards.

A stone pillar broke through the floor, earning several yelps from the group.

"The Killing Curse can easily be blocked by those who know how to use their environment."

Emrys slashed his wand again and a group of birds flew out of his wand, landing on top of the pillar.

"Creativity will save you in a fight. If the Killing Curse is fired at you, are you just going to sit there and die?"

The class once again was completely silent. Seemingly satisfied Emrys nodded his head.

"Class dismissed."

Harry hung back as the rest of his classmates filtered out of the hall. It had become a custom for him to hang back and talk to Emrys after.

"Fantastic Job." Emrys said grinning once everyone had left.

Harry nodded at the praise.

"Emrys?"

"Yep?"

"I know I'm supposed to be ahead and everything, but – I defeated Malfoy and the Hufflepuff without much effort. If I'm not ready to face a real enemy, how will they be?"

Emrys quirked his eyebrows.

"Do not asses your skills against a few students and fighting me Harry, I believe that you could easily take down a few Death Eaters. The rest of the students just need practice. I think they'll get there, especially with me as their teacher."

Harry rolled his eyes and Emrys laughed.

~0o0~

"Good luck Merlin."

Merlin smiled. It was finally time for him to be absent for a few days. In all truth he was still a little nervous on leaving the school for so long. Although he was confident in its defenses, he just felt happy knowing that it was intact.

"Thank you Albus. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible."

Dumbledore nodded, concern heavily written on his face. Reaching inside his robe he handed Merlin a gem.

"Here's an emergency portkey. I made it myself."

Merlin's eyes sparkled a little. Although Merlin would be perfectly able to get out of almost any situation, the fact that Dumbledore had indeed entrusted him with something of his own creation showed some of the greatness of the man.

He nodded at Dumbledore before closing his eyes. Concentrating on, he Whirlwinded away, to the shock of the Headmaster.

~0o0~

Merlin stepped out onto the cobblestone paved street of Diagon Alley. Wizards and Witches bustled around him and he observed the shops for what felt like the millionth time. Humming to himself, he fixed his eyes on Gringotts.

Both Dumbledore and himself had agreed that as Voldemort had entrusted Lucius, one of his most loyal followers in the first war, with a Horcrux, then it stood to reason he would also give Bellatrix one. As most of her belongings had been scrapped, it stood to reason it was in her vault. The one place the Ministry was not allowed to intrude on.

There was of course, the small problem of getting into the vault. The Goblins were notorious for being untrusting of Wizards. As they wouldn't let the Ministry into Bellatrix's vault, it stood to reason they most likely wouldn't let him in either.

Merlin grinned to himself as he joined the crowd shuffling towards the giant bank. Breaking into Gringotts was no easy task for ordinary wizards. Luckily Merlin was anything but.

Stepping up the stairs, Merlin gently pushed the doors open. Inside there was a torrent of movement. He had intentionally picked the busiest time of the day to stage his break-in.

Gringotts operated by storing wealthier vaults lower down, thus adding more protections. The Lestrange Vault was unfortunately very far down. Guarded by a dragon and several Anti-Intruder measures as well as a waterfall to remove all concealments. Goblin Magic could indeed work feats that most modern magic could not.

Along with Goblin Magic, Merlin also had to watch for his kind of Magic. Although by the time Gringotts was founded and built, Ancient Magic still lingered in the background and he wouldn't be surprised if the Goblins had managed to get someone to work it into a defense measure.

"This is going to be fun." Merlin muttered to himself, looking around. There were several teller stations, each with a relatively long line. Goblins walked in and out of doors on each side, some seemed to carry packages with them, and others escorted customers to their vaults.

Each Customer was assigned two general goblins who memorized the exact locations of their vault. Then they were also given another goblin who handled investments, transactions and fees.

Of course, the location of each vault was recorded, in case of complications.

As Merlin walked down the steps, he drifted off into a corner and with a brief flash of gold, made himself invisible. In the old days, he would have been found out almost immediately. Luckily, even with modern Goblin magic, he was virtually undetectable.

Merlin sidestepped people and Goblins as he made his way to one particular door, The Records Room. Although he had never participated in building Gringotts like he had Hogwarts, he had managed to snag a copy of the plans for it way back when. Luckily the Wizarding World hated change and the building had mostly stayed the same.

Walking in past a Goblin carrying a stack of papers, Merlin momentarily paused in surprise. The room was huge, shelves of neat papers detailing everyday transaction lined the room and ornate archways led into adjoining rooms. On each arch a single letter was carved in gold.

Merlin smiled, at least it wasn't going to take another century to find what he was looking for. He strode down the hall still invisible until he came to an Arch with the letter L.

Turning into it, he found himself in a circular tower, seemingly spiraling up endlessly. Merlin slowly walked up the tower until he found himself in front of a case labeled "Lestrange". Bending down, Merlin started to search the case for traps.

Chuckling to himself, he disabled a well-hidden Color-Alarm spell. If someone besides a Goblin had opened the case, it would have set out a huge alarm, stunned the person and turned them irreversibly pink for a few days. Goblins had an interesting sense of humor indeed.

Merlin opened the doors to the case to find a stone tablet with a piece of paper clipped to it. He swiftly pulled the paper out, and picked up the tablet.

To Wizards, the paper was meaningless as it was written in Gobbledegook. The tablet however, was an extra security measure. Merlin closed his eyes and placed his hand on the tablet.

Images flew past his eyes as he absorbed the information inside the tablet of where and what was in the Lestrange Family Vault. Taking a deep breath, Merlin grinned and opened his eyes.

"We were right, the cups in there."

He quickly stuffed the tablet and paper back into the case, resealed the door and hastily made his way back down the tower. Narrowly avoiding a few goblins turning the corner, he made his way back to the doors leading to the main entrance.

Impatiently, he waited for the next goblins to come through, unfortunately the records room wasn't a highly visited place. As the doors swung open, he swiftly strode through them into the main lobby.

Darting around people, he calmly walked straight out of Gringotts. Making sure not to accidentally hit anyone while still invisible, Merlin sidestepped into a dark alley way. Taking a deep-breath, and closing his eyes, Merlin pictured the Vault's Location, and disappeared.

~0o0~

Merlin fell to his knees panting. Whirlwinding straight through all of Gringotts security measures without setting anything off was exhausting. Unfortunately he must of missed one of the security's as he was once again visible.

Uneasily, he started to stand before stumbling back. Standing in front of him was a giant white dragon staring directly at him with fire in its eyes. Smiling to himself, Merlin confidently rose.

"Μη φοβάσαι." He said.

The Dragon tilted its head before backing up, now curiously observing him. Long ago Dragons were capable of speech and great intellect. As the world moved on, they slowly devolved. Some of their intelligence had survived and Merlin found that he could indeed use his Dragonlord Abilities.

Quickly checking around him for more traps and finding none, Merlin strode up to the vault door in front of him. The Dragon started to growl and move towards him.

"Είμαι φίλος. Μην επίθεση." Merlin said raising his hand. The Dragon bowed its head and retreated. Narrowing his eyes Merlin sighed. He hated to leave the poor dragon like this, but he knew if he released it the Goblins would pursue it to no end.

He raised his hand again and his eyes flashed. The Dragon reared back before slowly slinking down into a slumber. When it woke it would find all of its injury's and pains gone.

Nodding his head and returning his attention to the vault, Merlin studied the intricate lock on the door. Older vaults often had more complex and harder to break through doors. Very few modern wizards would be able to even attempt to get through an ancient vault.

Smirking to himself, he stood back and raised his hand once more. Luckily for him, he wasn't a modern wizard. Snapping his fingers, a flash of gold spark emitted from the door before it slowly creaked open.

"Ha!" Merlin said in triumphant. Walking in to the Vault Merlin was astonished with the contents. Creature's he had rarely seen lay dead and skinned along the walls. Gold was piled up from the floor to the ceiling and priceless artifacts lay on top of other piles. He surveyed the room before sighing in relief. There atop of one of the gold piles lay the cup. Snapping his fingers again to remove any traps, He strode over to the cup and slowly picked it up.

Immediately he realized his mistake as he felt a magical trigger activate on the cup. He had sensed and dispelled the cup for any modern magic. But he didn't account for his kind of magic. Which only meant -.

"Hello Merlin." A frigid voice drawled behind him. "Getting rusty in your old age I see."

~0o0~

Dumbledore sighed as he once again sent off another Owl to the Ministry. Sometimes it became a little troublesome to deal with the Government. Relaxing back into his chair, he picked up the next stack of letters and began working again.

Shortly thereafter another Owl pecked as his windows and he groaned. Waving his wand, he opened the window for the incessant bird. Picking up the letter it dropped, he opened it to find yet another meeting he could under no circumstances miss.

Sighing he leaned back and closed his eyes. He was getting far to old for this. Suddenly he bolted forward. Grabbing his schedule he quickly flipped through it to find his worst fear.

Quickly he rose and strode over to his fireplace, composing himself, he used the floo to quickly travel down the castle. Unfortunately there was only one choice he had left right now, and he knew it wasn't going to be liked by anyone.

Rapping on the door in front of him, he stood back as it slowly creaked open revealing the potions lab inside.

"Severus. I need your help."

A/N: Welllllll, I learned to not make promises or guesses when the next chapter is coming out. Yeah – I'm a little late, but hey this time it was roughly 2 and half chapters of what I usually write. I tried to keep a theme of adding more detail to bring the story to life a little bit more and I hope I succeeded. For anyone wondering, No just because I added the little Ron and Hermione scene does NOT mean they're going to be having a large role after all, it's just very unrealistic for Harry to randomly stop talking to his friend all of a sudden. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a great day!