Not All Is As It Seems

by kamahpfan

CURRENTLY ON HOLD! PREOOTP! While at the Dursley's, Harry get's an unexpected visitor. But what are his intentions? And who is this strange wizard in Diagon Alley? New powers, Non-Humans, and unexpected turning of events! Some PG-13

10. Shattered Suspisions

"How'm I s'posed to know!?" Harry shot back; his mind still trying to piece together what had just occurred.

"I looked like she'd had a brainwave," Ginny commented as she also focused her gaze on the doorway. "You know; like she'd just noticed something."

"Maybe she's finally realized that Kahn isn't a threat?" Ron put forward hopefully, earning exasperated glances from Harry and Ginny.

"I somehow doubt that." Ginny stated flatly.

"Well, whatever it was," Harry mused, "It must've been big."

"I'll say," Ron added after he let off a low whistle. "The last time I saw her like that was when she figured out that Rita Skeeter cow was an Animagus."

"But why would it make her so edgy?" Ginny thought out loud, frowning in question. "She looked almost frightened by something…"

"Well it's not going to do us any good just guessing about it," Harry stated bluntly, "so we might as well wait 'till she tells us what she's thought of."

Harry sighed and rested his head against the headboard as Ron and Ginny both nodded their heads. Although a part of him wanted to know what had caused Hermione to behave in such a manner; there was also a large part of him that didn't. What if it was something bad? Or something that proved he was wrong about Kahn and the Felanade race? Harry shook his head, feeling that whatever Hermione had realized, he was bound to find it difficult to believe or accept.

"Did you really mean what you said?" Ginny asked, staring at Harry, "About Kahn being a rogue?"

Instantly, Harry shook his head vigorously. "Not in an instant. I only wanted to try a different angle so Hermione might see it from a different perspective. I truly believe that I can trust Kahn with my life, and have taken a great liking to him … I only hope that you two don't think he's dangerous as well…"

"Oh no!" Ron answered, shaking his head. "I mean … yes I was a little wary of him at first … what with Hermione told us about them. But after we met him and that, I didn't see anything wrong with him. I have to admit that I was getting a bit anxious when Hermione ticked him off, and he started growling and such … but now I know why he did it. He was just getting annoyed with her."

"Yeah, she can be a bit like that, can't she," Harry laughed, shaking his head when he turned his eyes to Ginny. "What do you think of him?"

"I really like him," she answered with a grin. "I think he's really sweet; the way he looks out for you and everything. I can't see how Hermione doesn't notice the way he is with you. It's almost as if you're the most important thing in the world to him … bar none."

Harry smiled back at her happily and slipped his hand into hers subtly; just out of Ron's line of sight. "I'm glad you like him so much," he said softly, noticing how Ginny turned scarlet and looked away shyly. Harry grinned and glanced at Ron; his grin fading slightly as he saw the dark look in his eyes. Harry knew that Ron couldn't see his and Ginny's hands, so the only option was that he was upset just by the way he had spoken to Ginny.

At that moment, the door opened once more, causing all three of them to look around; and subsequently, causing Harry and Ginny to let go of each other. Harry grew curious as he saw Remus, Sirius, Hank and Dumbledore step into the room, causing a small jam up.

"What was wrong with Hermione?" Remus asked innocently, glancing around the small group.

"Why do you ask?" Ron answered immediately, trying to sound as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Well," Sirius began, "she just strode right by us as we came in and didn't say 'Boo', and she looked very tense about something. You didn't have an argument with her did you?"

"No, not really," Harry answered, shaking his head. "We where just having a quiet little discussion about our opposing views of Feline's, and all of a sudden she jumped up and left; like she just thought of something important."

Dumbledore studied him over his glasses, but then turned to Hank and asked, "Should we wait for Miss Granger to return?"

"No," Hank replied, sighing almost inaudibly. "We can't put this off any longer Albus … he needs to know. They can inform Miss Granger at a later time."

"Who needs to know what?" Harry asked suspiciously, though already knowing the answer.

"We were going to wait for everyone to be around to save repeating ourselves, but we cannot put it off any longer," Dumbledore said to them all, completely ignoring Harry's inquiry.

"Put what off?" Ron but in, a trifle exasperated. "What are you talking about?"

"Although I don't have all the information I desire," Hank began, somewhat cautiously, "I do know some of what is happening to you Harry … and I now intend to tell you what I know…"

Harry sat forward in anticipation; eager to know why he was behaving the way he was. Harry also noticed Ron and Ginny sit up and pay the utmost attention to him as well … and Remus and Sirius looked as shocked with the news also. Hank looked around the room, checking if he had everyone's attention before looking Harry square in the eye and speaking.

"Harry, do you remember the spell Voldemort used to regain his body and strength?" Hank asked, ignoring the cringes from Ron and Ginny as he mentioned Voldemort.

Harry gave an involuntary shudder at the memory of the night, but forced himself to keep eye contact.

"Yes," he replied firmly.

Hank nodded and continued. "Well, that spell is why you feel such high amounts of rage when you feel your being pestered or badgered. Why your behaviour is sometimes very different to what it normally would be. You'll say things you don't mean, and do things you will undoubtedly regret; all because of the side effects of this spell he performed. Now … Voldemort only knew the most basic information about what this particular spell does," Hank explained. "He found the basic requirements and made the preparations to have it performed. However he didn't research it enough. The spell he performed is a very ancient spell … and in using it, he inadvertently bonded you to him. Him to you."

Harry was dumbfounded and his mouth was hanging open. He was bonded with Voldemort. He was the reason he hurt his friends, and behaved so callously earlier on.

"What do you mean by 'Bonded' Hank?" Sirius spoke up suddenly; the anxiety he was feeling by this news evident in his voice and face.

"I mean 'Bonded' Sirius," Hank replied flatly. "Harry and Voldemort are technically one being. They will share each others emotions, though Harry will feel it more … as it has been proven with his rage. Voldemort will now have something akin to a conscience, but he is powerful enough to suppress it. Ignore it. Harry however, must suffer through the hatred and anger Voldemort has inside, because he is not strong enough to overpower it. He will start to take on Voldemort's mannerisms, and even start to think with the same prejudices as time progresses."

Harry couldn't believe his ears. His breathing had become unsteady as he fought to control the panic welling up inside him. "Is there a way to get rid of it!?" he asked unsteadily; the panic he was feeling showing through in his voice.

Hank gazed at him and sighed heavily. "I don't know yet. I didn't find out everything, so I'm unable to answer that question for the moment."

"What do you mean you didn't find out everything!?" Sirius demanded loudly, edging toward Hank slightly.

"Exactly that," Hank answered calmly, looking down at an enraged Sirius. "I found out what was needed to assist Harry at present and then returned to inform Dumbledore of the situation. I will be going back soon to continue my research on the matter, but the first priority was to tell Harry his predicament and figure out how to stop him from doing anything rash again."

"Sirius – " Dumbledore cut in sharply as Sirius was about to demand something else, "– Hank has more to say about a different matter … so if you would refrain from speaking please; he can continue."

Scowling, Sirius shut his mouth again and nodded jerkily.

"Thank you," Hank said and turned back to the considerably pale trio. "Now, the other matter I have to discuss, is … I daresay … even more important than Harry's raging. It concerns the strange pains he experienced during his first week here."

"You know what happened then?" Harry asked hopefully, though not really wanting to know the answer to his query.

Hank nodded and gazed at Harry with a touch of sadness. "Yes I do. The same thing caused them actually."

Harry frowned in mild confusion. "What do you mean? The bond?"

Hank nodded again. "Yes Harry. That same spell, but a different side effect that Voldemort did not know about due to his hasty research. You will both experience each others pain and discomfort. If he feels pain, no matter how small … you will feel exactly the same thing, and vice-versa. He will feel yours also."

Harry was feeling numb, but as the shock of what Hank had said hadn't completely sunk in properly; Harry found a question.

"But if he could feel my pain, then how come nothing happened when he did the Cruciatus curse on me after the spell was performed? He should have felt it too?"

Hank shook his head.

"No Harry, he wouldn't have felt it at that point because the spell had only just been performed. It was too soon for any of the effects to have kicked in, so he felt nothing. The spell grows in potency as time goes on, but I don't know how much information there is available on the full duration, because anyone that has fallen victim to this spell … both parties … usually end up killing each other before the spell reaches it's full potency."

"And … h-how long does that take?" Harry stammered nervously.

"I don't know…" Hank replied solemnly; shoving his hands into his jean pockets and sighing heavily.

"So," Ron started, glancing between Harry and Hank edgily, "so what you're saying is that Harry, and You-Know-Who, are joined. That's all … right? He only acted different because of that?"

Hank nodded, "Yes, that's why he's been behaving so strangely … and I'm afraid you will have to get used to it, until I figure out how to fix it."

"So there's no way I can fight this?" Harry asked tremulously, staring up at Hank in desperation. "I just have to accept it … is that it? Just sit back and – and let it happen!"

"No, no Harry," Hank replied hastily, "You have to use all your strength to fight it. Resist it if you feel it taking hold … no matter how small the feeling is. You must always be cautious of your emotions while you're under the influence of this magic. The pain, I'm afraid will always plague you. There is nothing to prevent it or anything you can do to fight it … but you must hold on to your own feelings as long as possible, or you will fall prey to your aggravation more quickly."

"Is that all you've found out about this?" Remus asked, not accusingly but inquisitively. "You haven't missed anything, or forgotten something? That's it 'till you go find out more?"

Hank lapsed into deep thought; his brow furrowing as he delved into the recesses of his mind to find any piece of information he may have misplaced. "No … I don't think I have," he muttered, almost to himself before finally looking back to Remus and shaking his head firmly. "I don't think so. That's all I can remember at the moment, but I'll be sure to inform one of you if I do remember something else of use."

"That's all right," Remus stated, waving a hand dismissively. "What you have told us is a huge help in itself. At least we know most of what was going on now."

Harry was staring at Remus in mild shock. How could he be so calm about all of this? Harry felt as if he would have a meltdown from an overload in his brain. His strain must've shown on his face, for Harry next heard Sirius speaking to him … almost sounding far off and distant as he struggled to focus on him.

"Harry! Are you alright?" he said again. Harry gazed at Sirius' worried face for a moment before silently nodding his head and returning his gaze to the bed sheets.

"That has got to be the stupidest question I've ever heard," Ginny stated bluntly, eyeing off a now-very-surprised Sirius. "It's obvious he isn't alright, so why'd you even ask?"

Sirius was very taken aback by the abruptness of the statement – especially since it came from the normally soft spoken Ginny – and simply stared at her with his mouth open for a moment or two. "It – It was the first thing that came to mind…" he finally replied … rather sheepishly at that.

Seeing the crestfallen expression on his Godfather's face, Harry reached out and rested a hand on Ginny's arm. "It's OK Ginny," he said softly. "He was only worried … that's all."

Ginny glanced at her arm briefly, before raising her eyes to his. "I know that," she replied, "but you're not fine and I know it. How could you be, after hearing all that?"

They held each others gaze for a few moments as Harry marvelled at how Ginny could almost read his mind sometimes. He wasn't fine, but she had seen right through it in a heartbeat.

"What was the pains Harry had during the first week?" Ron inquired suddenly, not bothering to hide the scowl on his face as he glanced at the now-very-self-conscious, Ginny and Harry.

"Hasn't Harry or Miss Granger told you yet?" Hank frowned in mild confusion.

Ron shook his head and threw another glare toward Harry, who felt rather guilty. Yet another detail he'd declined to tell anybody.

Hank sighed and began to explain to Ron and Ginny the incident he himself witnessed; and describing what Hermione had told him about the second incident in the Tower … right before Harry threw himself out the window.

"So…" Ron began a little shakily, "does that mean that You-Know-Who was skewered and gutted? How could he still be alive!? And who on earth would even attempt – much less, succeed – at doing it!?"

At this last statement; all the adults exchanged a wary glance but didn't answer it.

"We don't know how he survived it Ron," Hank answered, ignoring the last piece of Ron's question. "We do know that not many humans have the fortitude to survive such treatment … but there are some who could."

"Does that mean Voldemort felt it when I was knocked unconscious the other week? And when I busted my hand? And the gunshot?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Yes," Hank nodded. "He was reported as falling unconscious three times … one of them after he was in agony over his hand. The other two times, he woke up with a whopping headache, and just recently … he was found lying on the ground in a state of near death. We've only just received news that reports after he woke, he described complete agony in his side and that he fell immediately unconscious. Not long afterwards he was gasping for breath and clutching his chest."

Harry hardy heard the last description, for his mind had zeroed in on something that didn't quite fit. Hank had just said that Voldemort felt extreme pain in his side before falling unconscious, and Harry assumed that this was the incident with the poachers … but what was bugging him, was the fact it was about an hour before he had returned to his cave, after he'd been shot, before he reverted to his human form, and promptly fell unconscious on the rock slab. If Voldemort was supposed to feel all Harry's pain … then why had it only effected him for a fraction of the time he'd been afflicted?

"Hold on! What reports? How do you know all this?" Ron asked, narrowing his eyes at Hank in mild suspicion.

"There is no reason to suspect Hank, Mr Weasley," Dumbledore explained calmly. "He has received his information from a very reliable source."

"And what source would that be?" Sirius inquired with a hint of impatience. "Not what I think it is, I hope?"

Hank smirked at him be fore nodding his head. "I believe so." Sirius scowled and shook his head, muttering under his breath. Remus grinned.

"Is there any questions in particular that you wanted to ask, Harry?" Dumbledore said simply as he enjoyed a small chuckle from the people standing beside him.

Harry eyed him off hesitantly; also throwing glances toward everyone else … wanting to put forward the hole in the puzzle, but also not wanting to hold anyone up any longer than was necessary or adding to their troubles. As Harry's eyes rested upon Hank's, he could see that he knew there was something else on his mind. Hank contracted his eyebrows slightly in silent question, but Harry merely averted his eyes in answer; turning back to Dumbledore.

"No sir," he replied firmly, "I think everything is fine for the moment, but I'll be sure to ask if I do think of something."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very well Harry. We will leave you to think about everything we've told you. Mr Weasley … Miss Weasley…" he called, "Dinner will be ready shortly, and Mr Potter requires rest. Please don't stay for much longer."

Ron and Ginny nodded as the adults filed from the room; Harry noticing Hank giving him a most curious glance as he vanished from sight.

"Well," Ron began, gulping loudly, "At least now we know what's going on."

Harry nodded his head distractedly, for he was still pondering the inconsistencies in Voldemort's condition compared to his own.

"Are we going to tell Hermione about all this?" Ginny asked as she threw a quizzical glance toward Harry, seeing his inattentiveness.

"'Course we are!" Ron answered immediately, "Why wouldn't we?"

Ginny shrugged. "I don't know … I just thought we could wait until she's gotten over this whole Kahn thing before we explain it to her … that's all. She's already almost a nervous wreak from all those false worries about him … and this would just add to the plate…"

"Yeah … I s'pose…" Ron sighed, placing his head in his hand. "What d'you think Harry?"

As Harry was still too deep in thought to even register anyone was speaking. He obviously didn't hear Ron's question, and when he failed to answer, Ron turned to look at him.

"Harry? Hey, Harry!"

"Huh!" Harry started; jumping as Ron tapped him on the arm. "What?"

Ron stared at him with mild indignation before repeating his question. "Do you think we should tell Hermione about this yet?"

"About what?"

Now it was Ginny's turn to stare at him and he was beginning to think he'd missed something.

"What do you mean 'What'? How about everything we were just told … does that ring a bell?" said Ginny, a mite exasperatedly.

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, finally cottoning on. "Well why wouldn't we? She's as much a part of this as you two. Maybe even more so. Anyway … look what happened when I held stuff back! We're not about to start it again. We'll tell her because she has a right to know as much as we do." he finished firmly.

"But she's already so upset with everything else that's happened," Ginny argued. "I don't think we should tell her yet … especially since whatever it was she thought of before seemed to upset her even more…"

"But Ginny," Ron started, turning to face her. "She already saw Dumbledore and the others come into the wing! She's smart enough to figure out that they came to see us, which means she'll know they told us something."

"And she'll want to know about it." Harry added pointedly.

Ginny took on a defeated demeanour, but still resolutely nodded her head to show she would no longer push the matter. "OK … Fine. We'll tell her about it. Who's got the honours?" she added playfully; glancing between the two boys. They both looked at each other and came to a silent conclusion.

"I will," Ron answered forcefully; poking himself in the chest with his thumb. "ouch…" he mumbled, rubbing the place he'd poked himself, causing Ginny to break out into giggles.

"Oh, go on!" Ron exclaimed, grinning madly at his sister. "Mock my agony then!"

Ginny was laughing even harder now and swatted him on the shoulder. "Stop it! Your making my sides hurt!"

"HA!! You started it, now I'll finish it!!

Harry was watching the playful banter contently. As he gazed at the siblings; Harry had to fight back a desperate yearning that rose in his chest, and wondered what it would be like, to have brothers and sisters of his own. He would've been happy with just one.

A look of sadness spread across Harry's face as Ron began to tickle Ginny; hearing her begging for him to stop in between bouts of shrill laughter. He desperately wanted a family of his own … but the closest thing he had was Sirius, and he was on the run; unable to spend the time he wanted with him. Not that Harry didn't like Sirius … quite the contrary, but it wasn't the same as having a blood relative to confide in. Harry knew that the Dursleys' were his only blood relatives, but he really didn't count them as real family … after all, they loathe his very presence.

"Well, I see you're enjoying yourselves!" a voice interrupted.

Ginny and Ron stopped their mini wrestling match and turned to face whoever spoke; coming face to face with Madame Pomfrey, giving them a stern, but friendly glare. "Now I know that laughter can be the best medicine … but this is getting ridiculous!"

"Sorry Ma'am," Ron apologized hurriedly, as he and Ginny disentangled themselves from each other. "We didn't mean to be so loud."

Poppy merely nodded in acceptance. "That's quite all right Mr Weasley, but it is almost time for dinner and Mr Potter requires rest," she said pointedly, arching an eyebrow to emphasize her statement.

Harry saw Ron and Ginny's faces fall and hastily spoke up. "It's OK guy's," he assured them. "You can still see me tomorrow … can't they?" Harry added hopefully, peering up at Poppy.

"So long as you get a decent amount of rest tonight!" she answered firmly, though grinning.

Both Ron and Ginny smiled and bid farewell, thanking Poppy for allowing them to stay as they exited.

Poppy shut the door behind them before turning her gaze back to Harry, looking most serious.

Frowning quizzically, Harry asked, "What is it?"

Poppy heaved a heavy sigh and her expression changed to one of sadness and pity. "Dumbledore told me about the Bond," she stated quietly; meeting his gaze.

"Well," Harry snapped, with a touch of irritation and exasperation in his voice, "at least you won't have as many questions if I end up in here again…" he huffed; crossing his arms over his chest and scowling.

Poppy looked away and nodded her head. "OK … I'll just go get you some food," she said quietly before opening the door and vanishing from his sight.

After a moment or two, Harry groaned inwardly and knocked his head against the headboard; as he knew he'd hurt the matrons feelings. She was obviously only going to try and console him, but he'd snapped at her in response to her concern. Cursing himself, Harry decided to apologize when she came back in; hoping that, since she'd been told of the Bond, she'd understand his harshness.

After a few minutes, Madame Pomfrey entered the room again, holding a tray of food for him.

"I'm really sorry Madame Pomfrey!" Harry exclaimed as she handed the tray to him. "I didn't mean to sound like that! It's just…"

"It's all right Harry," Poppy interrupted, holding up a hand and giving Harry a warm smile. "I know you didn't mean it that way. Quite understandable."

Harry bit his lip but still nodded and picked up his knife and fork.

"Just leave the tray on the table when you're done," Poppy said as she made for the door.

"OK … And I really am sorry — "

"Harry!" Poppy smiled, opening the door. "Forget it. OK?"

Harry allowed a small grin to flash across his features and nodded. Poppy grinned back at him and left him to his meal.

***

Monday and Tuesday came and went without any major incidents occurring. Ron and Ginny visited Harry during all their breaks, speaking of the days classes, and Hermione usually came during lunch and after dinner. No matter how many times Harry asked her; Hermione refused to divulge any information about what had startled her so profoundly during the Sunday afternoon.

"I don't know enough yet," she would tell them irritably. "I'll tell you when I do! So stop asking me!"

On the Tuesday morning, Madame Pomfrey declared Harry perfectly healthy again, so he was no longer confined to bed. Not that this was a huge improvement, for he was still in hiding from the rest of the school. Ron had snuck some of his clothes down from the tower, along with some of his books and school materials so he could get started on catching up with what he'd missed while he was gone. Ron and Hermione brandished their notes for him to copy from the past week, and notes on what they'd covered that day, when they visited him just after dinner.

"Wow, I am behind aren't I?" Harry whistled softly as his friends placed another small pile of parchment on top of the others that were piling up on the table next to him.

"Bloody oath you are!" Ron exclaimed as he took a seat next to Harry on the bed; eyeing off the small tower of notes warily, shaking his head. "Who knew we did so much in a week?"

"Well, we do have O.W.L's at the end of the year," Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "So it's only natural that we have a higher workload."

"Have you found out anything new in the library?" Ron asked nonchalantly, earning a severe glare from Hermione in response. Ron was as curious to know the information as Harry was.

"NO! How many times are you going to ask me that?"

"Until you give me an answer about what you're trying to find!" Ron snapped back.

Hermione simply scowled at him and crossed her arms. "Well you're wasting your breath…" she growled menacingly.

At that moment, a small distraction was caused when Ginny rushed into the small room; out of breath and looking somewhere between ecstatic and terrified.

"Hey Ginny," Harry greeted, frowning at her in mild concern. "What's the matter?"

Ginny wrung her hands as her eyes darted around everyone. "Draco Malfoy was just admitted to the ward!" she gasped; her eyes wide with worry, yet her mouth was starting to twitch into a grin.

Hermione didn't see the funny side to the situation. "Did he see you come down here?" she asked in a lower voice than normal, laced in worry.

Ginny hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "No … I don't think he did. He was looking the other way when I slipped down the corridor."

"Why's he here?" Ron questioned, not bothering to hide the smile lighting up his face at the news. "Did he finally get his comeuppance for everything he's been saying about us?"

"Ron how can you think about that?" Hermione whispered loudly, as if Malfoy would hear her if she didn't. "Don't you realize that we won't be able to come and see Harry while he's here! As it is, we're going to have a hard time leaving tonight if he's still here, because he'll see us coming out of the hallway! Then he'll probably go poking around to see what we were doing back here, and he'll find Harry!"

Ron's face fell. "I didn't think about that," he murmured; his mien now worried. "But, Madame Pomfrey knows we're down here, so she'll figure something out, won't she?"

"I hope so …" Hermione sighed, shaking her head as Ginny silently closed the door and settled herself down in the chair.

"What exactly happened Ginny?" Harry asked curiously; truly hoping Malfoy had gotten his just-desserts.

"I'm not entirely sure," she replied quietly, shrugging. "Apparently he just fell down the Marble Staircase for no real apparent reason."

Ron looked sceptical. "What … he just tripped over his own feet?"

"It's not impossible you know, Ron," Ginny explained slowly, as though Ron were only a five year old. "It's otherwise known as 'clumsiness'."

Harry had to hide a smile at Ginny's treatment of her brother; knowing she was only having a go at him … but he was surprised when Ron didn't see the funny side to it.

Ron scowled heavily at her, making Ginny's playful grin disappear.

"Don't talk to me as if my age were my I.Q." Ron grumbled. "And all I was saying is that I don't think he tripped over his own feet by accident…"

"Are you suggesting he did it on purpose!" Hermione gasped, "Just so he could get into the ward?"

Ron shrugged before he turned back to Ginny … who was no longer in a very good mood. "What was his condition when he was brought in?"

Ginny, who was looking sulkily at the floor after Ron got up her, lifted her gaze for an instant before dropping it again. "Not bad…" was all she said, shuffling her feet on the floor gloomily.

Ron sighed loudly in frustration. "Elaborate a little why don't you?"

Harry saw Ginny's eyes flash in an instant of anger towards her brother, but it diminished almost as quickly as it appeared.

"I don't know…" she muttered, still keeping her head down, "He didn't seem all that bad when it came to injuries … but he was whining about his arm and ankle as he came in…"

"That wouldn't warrant an overnight stay would it?" Hermione asked, directed more toward Harry then the others, seeing how he'd been in the wing more often and would probably know what the matron would deem worthy of so much attention.

"Probably not," Harry answered, shaking his head. "If anything is wrong with him – which I doubt – then it's probably only a sprain of some sort. She's got an ointment for sprains, and it doesn't take long for it to work … so I doubt he'll be in here for the night."

"But knowing Malfoy," Ron put in sullenly, "He'll probably milk it for all it's worth … so he could be staying for the night…"

They all nodded in private agreement at Ron's statement … praying that he was wrong. They began to hear soft talking, echoing down to them from the quiet ward. It sounded as though Poppy and Malfoy were discussing something. They listened intently as they heard the small click, click of Poppy's shoes against the stone, which meant she'd gone into her office to collect the ointment Harry had spoken of. They all listened intently during the following silence, and their hearts caught in their throats as they heard the door to the back hallway click open.

They all looked at each other, panic stricken and wide eyed. Ginny crept over to the window that viewed the hall, and peered through a gap in the curtain; turning around almost instantly showing her pasty white face, now etched with a look of terror.

"It's Malfoy!" she breathed in a squeaky whisper.

All their eyes wandered to Harry, who was now frantically searching for anywhere to hide. His eyes darted around the tiny room, but nowhere could Harry spot an area he could hide. They all froze as they heard Malfoy's soft footsteps approaching the door; no one even daring to breathe as they saw the doorknob begin to turn.

Ginny was backing away, her hands over her mouth; Hermione looked petrified, and Ron was clenching his fists, preparing to do almost anything if it was Malfoy's face that appeared. Harry however, was not paying attention to anything in front of him, for as he stared at the door, he caught a reflection on the inner-side of his glasses. Something had glowed briefly in the ventilation hole in the wall behind him.

Just as they heard the handle turn to it's fullest, Harry whirled around in time to see Orion, the tabby cat, leap from the hole above them. Harry gasped in surprise, causing the others to turn and also see the cat. Suddenly, the air around them seemed to change … their vision growing a touch blurry before it righted itself at almost the exact moment the door to Harry's room swung open … revealing a triumphant looking Malfoy.

Everyone let out a collective gasp or yelp … but the strange thing was, Malfoy's gleeful sneer had been replaced by a look of utter disappointment and surprise. Harry was shocked beyond words as Malfoy ventured into the room; his eyes scouring every inch of it, and not once did he react to the four other people standing dumbfounded before him. Malfoy walked around the room … the appropriate people moving aside if he got too near them … and turned back to face the door looking very perplexed. He scratched his head and made for the door again, but before he got there, another figure rushed into the room. Malfoy went rigid and his mouth dropped to the floor.

Madame Pomfrey was standing before them all, looking angrier than any of them had seen her before. Her eyes flashed menacingly as she stared down Malfoy before flicking about the room; confusion showing through her rage.

"Just what do you think you are doing … Mr Malfoy?" she hissed menacingly.

Malfoy seemed at a loss for words. "I … um … I was only…"

"What?" Poppy spat. "Nosing about? Well Mr Malfoy, as you can see … this room is clearly unoccupied, so if you would come with me, I will arrange your well deserved punishment."

Malfoy looked around the room again before slouching his shoulders and leaving the room. Poppy stepped aside as he walked through the door, and took the opportunity to throw a very bewildered glace around the crowded room, before turning away and closing the door behind her.

Everyone was so shocked by what had just transpired, that none of them moved or made a sound as the pairs footsteps grew fainter; the hallway door slamming shut followed by the click of a lock.

Slowly, they all turned to stare at one another … wide eyed and open mouthed. Suddenly the air seemed to change again; their vision once again growing a touch cloudy, before returning to normal almost immediately.

"What the hell just happened?" Ron muttered, almost mechanically for he was still clearly shocked by the prior events.

Harry shook his head, vaguely registering the two girls doing the same thing. How on earth could Malfoy not have seen any of them? Even Madame Pomfrey said the room was empty, when it was clearly anything but?

"He walked right by us…" Ginny whispered, her mien confused. "How did he even know someone was down here? He looked like he was expecting you to be here!" she hissed worriedly, glancing at Harry.

"Don't look at me!" Harry whispered loudly, shaking his head and gesturing to himself. "I don't know how he knew I was down here!"

"Well he had to find out somehow!"

"Guys!!" Hermione cut in. "You're forgetting who his father is…"

Harry frowned in mild puzzlement. "What has Lucius got to do with this?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at him pointedly. "He's a Deatheater … remember? He probably told Draco about what was going on and had him keep a lookout. Though it still doesn't explain how he knew you were here" she finished, frowning as she tried to think clearly.

"Yes it does…" Harry sighed; a light going off in his head. "Voldemort knows I'm alive … and where I am. Lucius probably told Draco all the details; trying to expose me, 'cause he knows I'd be hiding."

"How would You Know Who know where you are?" Hermione asked in puzzlement. "Or you're alive, for that matter…?"

Harry sighed and settled down on his bed before relaying the information Hank had told himself, Ron and Ginny about the Bond that connected Voldemort with himself. Hermione sat with wide eyes … paling in colour as Harry continued. After he finished with the Bond, he retold her his meeting with Nagini … which was news to Ron as well.

"So you see," Harry finished logically, "he knew I was still alive, for he could still feel my pain, and Nagini would have told him my location. Apparently, that was the only reason she was sent here … to keep an eye out for me…"

Hermione was looking rather ill at all the news, however she suddenly glanced at Harry sharply and narrowed her eyes a trifle. "How is it that Professor O'Fallen knew about all this?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Apparently he'd done extensive research on it, and there's still more too it than what he told us…"

"And…" Ron added, looking rather suspicious again, "Dumbledore says he got the info on You Know Who, from a – get this – 'reliable source' … yeah right…" he snorted.

"It can't be that bad if Sirius knows them…" Ginny quipped, scowling irritably at her brother at his manner toward Hank.

Harry also noticed Ron's brusque manner toward the CoMC teacher, and was curious to know what spurned it.

"Don't tell me that you two (Harry gestured to both Ron and Hermione) don't trust him?"

"Oh no!" Ron answered immediately, shaking his head. "I trust him; I just don't trust where he's getting his information from…"

Hermione looked away, however, when Harry turned his gaze to her, looking for an answer. "Hermione?"

She simply shook her head. "I can't answer that until I find out more…"

"Wait a minute…" Harry frowned. "You're not researching Hank in the library are you? He's just a wizard! Why would there be anything on him in the library?"

Hermione bristled. "I told you I won't answer that until I find out more!"

Harry opened his mouth to make a heated retort; however he halted when he heard a loud miaow from his feet. Looking down, he saw Orion, staring up at him, flicking his tail lazily.

"I forgot he was here!" Ginny said, as Harry lifted the cat and rested him beside him on the bed; scratching him behind the ears.

"How exactly did he get here?" Ron asked confusedly.

Harry pointed at the ventilation hole. "Through the same hole Nagini used."

"But how'd he know it was there?" Hermione put forward, in the same tone as Ron.

"Because he followed Nagini into it a while after she left."

Hermione looked sceptical. "Since when do cats chase snakes?"

Harry grinned as Orion began to purr and glanced up at Hermione. "Well it's not exactly unheard of…" Harry stated matter-of-factly. "I remember a cat that Mrs Figg – an old neighbour – used to own. He was know over the neighbourhood as a snake killer." Harry looked down at Orion again … feeling his brow furrow in thought. He stared at the tabby, studying it's markings; gasping when he finally noticed the familiar white streak that ran down his back. "Oh … My … God!"

"What?" Hermione asked; mild concern lacing her voice. "What's the matter Harry?"

Harry however wasn't listening. He was staring intently at the cat, trying to discern if his suspicions were correct. Harry grasped Orion around the belly and held him out in front of him, staring at his face. "It is you!" he gasped, hearing the cat begin to purr again, as if in confirmation.

"Harry!" Hermione snapped, "What are you talking about?"

Harry grinned in a bemused fashion, but still turned to face his friends as he placed Orion back on the bed. "You know that snake killer I mentioned just before?" Harry asked, looking up to see them all nod. "Well … this is him…" Harry pointed to the cat and grinned as the trio's jaws dropped.

"H-how can that be your neighbour's cat?" Ginny asked in a hushed voice. Harry shrugged.

"I have no idea. I don't know how he got here, but it's definitely him. I remember this really pale streak down his back…" he explained, running his finger down the said location.

"Well, if he already has an owner, than he must have a name?" Ginny wondered allowed.

Harry nodded and suppressed the laughter that was threatening to escape him at the memory of this cats name.

"What?" Ron asked, a grin starting to spread on his face. "What's his name?"

Harry cleared his throat and waved a hand, encompassing the cat, and announced: "Ladies and Gentlemen! Allow me to introduce to you … 'Mr Tinkle'!"

Ron broke out into laughter and Ginny was giggling profusely. Hermione snorted and shook her head, but Harry was simply grinning from ear to ear.

"Yep!" he said laughingly, "This cat, is probably the only one that Mrs Figg owned, that wasn't really hers."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, still grinning.

"Well, this one was a stray that she just took in. She used to tell me all about every cat she'd had, and she said that she'd had this one hanging around for quite a number of years … usually with on-again, off-again home-staying. He would come and go as he pleased, but she still declared him 'Hers'. Actually, if memory serves me correctly," Harry grinned, raising an eyebrow, "Mr Tinkle is the cat she tripped over which caused her to break her leg, just on Dudley's birthday, before I knew about Hogwarts…"

"It's strange that he's ended up here, isn't it?" Hermione stated with astute curiosity.

Harry nodded, but it was Ginny that next spoke.

"Actually, Dumbledore told you that you knew this cat," she informed them. "Remember? When he first showed up? He told you you'd met him a long time ago. He knew that this cat used to be hers!"

Yet again, Harry was profoundly confused by the information Ginny had put forward. Any further thought on the matter however, was halted as the lock to the back hallway was clearly heard unlocking.

Immediately, Ginny repeated the action she took when Malfoy had snuck down it, and peered through the curtain. Everyone held they're breath until Ginny turned back around smiling with relief.

"It's Madame Pomfrey…" she breathed, returning to the chair as the door was opened.

The expression on Poppy's face was one of astute rage, and severe confusion.

"Hello Madame Pomfrey!" Harry greeted her brightly, grinning as if nothing had happened.

Poppy rolled her eyes and entered the room, closing the door behind her. She glanced at everyone searchingly and her eyes lingered on Mr Tinkle for a moment before she returned her gaze to the four students.

"All right everyone," she started sternly, but with a touch of archness in her voice. "A multitude of questions have just dived into my brain … but for simplicities sake, I shall only be asking one…" She glanced around the room again to make sure they were all listening before presenting her query.

"HOW … did Mr Malfoy know … that a certain someone was staying in this room…?" She eyed Harry pointedly but quickly turned her gaze to the others.

"Well…" Hermione began tentatively, "we think we've figured that out already … but the most important thing to do at the moment would be telling Dumbledore that Malfoy knows about this!" she finished urgently.

Poppy raised an eyebrow at Hermione's determined evasion of her question; but still nodded in answer. "Quite right, he does," she muttered distractedly. "I was going to ask another question, but it was answered almost as soon as I walked in … so … you'll all stay here while I inform the headmaster of the new development; and I'll be locking the doors as well … just to be on the safe side."

Everyone nodded and Poppy turned around, vacating the premises; locking all the doors as she went.

"I hope that'll keep Malfoy out!" Ginny said anxiously.

"If he's still in the ward…?" Ron added. "I doubt Madame Pomfrey would keep him in here after he pulled that stunt…"

"Well I hope he gets the punishment of his life!" Hermione spat contemptuously. "Madame Pomfrey certainly didn't look too impressed with him snooping around … particularly in an area of the ward where he's technically not allowed to be."

"I still want to know how he couldn't see us!" Ginny put in inquisitively.

Ron cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Um … did anyone else's vision go a little cloudy? Right before Malfoy opened the door?"

They all nodded.

"Well, maybe that's why … 'cause even Madame Pomfrey couldn't see us, when she came in."

Hermione leant forward slightly. "You're saying that a spell was cast on the room? Kind of like a shroud of some sort? Making us all invisible?"

Ron nodded, "Yeah, why not?"

"Well for starters, no one here performed a spell; and even if someone else did – how would they've know to do it? No one knew Malfoy headed down here."

Ron sighed heavily and crossed his arms. "Well it was just a thought…" he muttered dispiritedly.

"Well let's think from a different view," Harry put in hastily. "Who else, other than Madame Pomfrey and Ginny, knew Malfoy was here? Ginny," Harry turned to her, "Did you see if Malfoy was brought here by anyone? Or if anyone significant was following him when he came?"

"Sure," Ginny nodded. "Hank escorted him up here. Apparently, he met him at the bottom of the stairs," she smirked.

"He landed at Hanks feet!" Ron laughed. "How humbling; especially since Malfoy's always making fun of him."

"So … Professor O'Fallen was the only other person you saw with Malfoy, when he came in?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Hold on!" Harry cut in before Ginny could answer. "Don't tell me…" he continued sardonically. "You think Hank did that spell …. How? He wasn't even around to know when to cast it!"

"But he was the only other logical option around at that time!" Hermione retorted. "So unless you're suggesting that the cat did it; there's no one else to choose from!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Harry countered, glancing down at Mr Tinkle. "It's just that, I don't understand why you always think the worst of him? So he did some magic without a wand – Big deal – and there are ways to make yourself immune to poisons for a short amount of time…" Harry paused for a moment, almost daring Hermione to come up with a valid argument.

"But he performed powerful magic, without a wand. That isn't normal and you know it!" she argued. "It wouldn't be the first time someone has pretended to be your friend, only to betray you later on! Think of what happened with Moody!"

Harry flinched but Hermione didn't notice and kept going.

"You thought you could trust him … and look at what happened … and he didn't even arouse any suspicion toward himself! O'Fallen has!"

"Well what about the way he is with Sirius and Remus?" Harry shot back. "They all seem like they were good friends! Dumbledore's the same way with him!"

"Dumbledore also thought that Moody was the real Moody … but he was wrong. He makes mistakes Harry, just like any other human being."

Harry didn't know why he was so adamantly refusing to believe in Hanks obviously shady behaviour, but he just couldn't do it. He knew that he was just as trustworthy as Sirius and Remus, and was beginning to get annoyed with Hermione's persistence on the matter.

"I know that Dumbledore is only human, Hermione," Harry replied coolly, "but, don't you think that after last year, he'd make sure… that Hank was who he said he is? He wouldn't make the same mistake twice."

Hermione sighed. "No Harry, he wouldn't make that kind of mistake twice. What I'm trying to tell you, is that if I'm right about O'Fallen, he's going to be as cunning as Moody was. If I'm wrong about him, than I'll drop the subject; but if I'm right, he's extremely dangerous."

"I can already tell you that you're wrong about him…" Harry answered hotly, scratching Mr Tinkle behind the ears as he nuzzled against his arm, purring loudly. "He's not here to hurt me."

"But last year — "

"I know what happened last year Hermione, and it's something that I don't want to think about!!" Harry shot at her harshly, scowling and raising his voice significantly. Hermione immediately fell silent and dropped her gaze, biting her lip in an attempt to keep it from trembling.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry's expression became softer as regret rushed through him. He hadn't meant to snap at her, but it just came out that way. Privately, Harry cursed himself for not ending the discussion earlier, when he felt his nerves getting frayed; but it was too late for that now. Sighing softly, Harry stood and approached Hermione cautiously; not knowing how she might react to him.

"Hermione," he said softly as he stopped just in front of her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout … I – I should have stopped the conversation earlier …"

Harry stopped as Hermione looked up at him; her eyes sparkling with suppressed tears in the torchlight.

"It's OK Harry, I understand," she replied meekly, wiping at her eyes. "I should have known better than to push the subject …"

Harry smiled, relieved that she wasn't going to hold it against him. "Thanks."

"Let's look on the bright side," Ron spoke up suddenly. "At least we know another subject we shouldn't bring up."

"Well," Hermione began, "let's just say I won't be bringing it up again until I've found my answer … good or bad."

"I can live with that…" Harry replied, grinning down at her.

Everyone jumped at that moment, for they heard the main ward doors click open; signifying Poppy's return. Apparently she'd brought someone back with her, for they could hear more than one pair of footsteps making their way down toward their location.

Harry and Hermione both returned and sat on the bed near Ron, as the door to the hallway was heard unlocking. The footsteps came closer and finally the door to the room was unlatched, a moment passing before it was opened fully, revealing Madame Pomfrey and her companion.

"How is everyone?" Hank grinned. "Not to worry, Poppy told all of us what happened earlier on, with our Mr Malfoy … but everything's been sorted out now."

"How?" Harry asked after a few moments silence. "He knows I'm supposed to be down here, and will probably try to expose me again."

"Well Dumbledore's figured out how to reintroduce you to the rest of the school," Hank replied.

"I've heard all this already," Poppy stated briskly. "I'll let you do all the explaining now."

Hank stepped aside as she passed; entering the room and closing the door after she'd locked the hall door again.

"How's he gonna do it?" Ron asked as soon as Hank took a seat on the floor, leaning back against the door.

"He's going to announce your return at breakfast, tomorrow morning."

"What?" Hermione asked, frowning in confusion. "How? He's not going to just blurt it out is he?"

Hank grinned. "Of course not. The story is going to go like this: You, Harry, were discovered in the grounds later on tonight. A note was attached to you. The note explains what Voldemort has managed to do to you, while you were with him these past days; thereby explaining your strange behaviour and the pain you will eventually feel. Your death was forged. Hermione's memory was altered to make everyone believe you killed yourself, when you were kidnapped. Not to worry," he added as he saw Harry open his mouth in question, "He will ask the student's to not badger you about what happened while you were with Voldemort … he'll only tell the school the most basic information."

"What about the Bond?" Ginny cut in. "Is he going to tell anyone about that?"

Hank shook his head, "No … not in the way you think anyway. No, he'll only tell the school that, because of what was done to you, while in Voldemort's hands; that your temper will be riding higher than it normally would … so he will be telling everyone to try not to provoke you. When it comes to the pain aspect, he will only be telling them - that whatever was done to you, will also cause random and unexpected attacks of pain … varying in severity."

"But that story won't really matter when it comes to Malfoy, because he'll know it's not true!" Harry explained. "I was never with Voldemort!"

"That's true," Hank nodded, "but now he won't be able to expose you. You'll be back, among the students, and the reason for why you were gone will have been explained."

Harry sighed, grateful that Dumbledore had been able to get him back into the school, but worried about how Malfoy will use his knowledge about the situation to his advantage.

"So…" Ron began hesitantly, "does that mean that Harry will be at breakfast tomorrow?"

"No, no not breakfast," Hank explained. "Dumbledore will be announcing this at breakfast yes … but Harry won't be there because he's still supposedly recovering from his little adventure in the hospital wing. He should be accompanying you all to dinner tomorrow night."

"Who will the note supposedly be from?" Hermione asked, a trifle stiffly.

Hank surveyed her thoughtfully before replying, "His anonymous rescuer."

"You do know that the Deatheaters at the MoM will want to investigate this," Hermione pointed out anxiously. "They'll know it's not true when they here about it, and they'll want to talk to Harry, maybe even Dumbledore as well."

"Most likely," Hank answered calmly. "But we can deal with that problem when the need arises."

Hermione simply scowled slightly, but nodded none the less.

At that moment, everyone was startled by particles of light forming near the center of the room; rapidly becoming the all too familiar form of Kahn. The glow vanished and he grinned toothily at them … his grin getting minutely wider as he spotted Hermione's thunderstruck expression.

Hank got to his feet and gave a small bow, which Kahn returned. Harry, sensing that it was polite, mimicked Hanks example and gave the Feline a small bow; to which he grinned even wider and returned the gesture.

"To what do we owe the pleasure?" Hank asked kindly, as Kahn moved toward them; hunching slightly as his head was very near the roof.

"I have news of the Final Ceremony," he rumbled, his expression now one of acute seriousness.

Hanks face fell. "When is it planned?" he asked in a strained voice.

Harry saw Kahns eyes flick toward him for an instant before returning to Hank. "Around midday tomorrow."

Hanks eyes reflected the concern on Kahns face as he turned to face Harry.

"What's going on?" Harry asked edgily, glancing between Kahn and Hank. "What's the Final Ceremony?"

"Nothing that concerns you at the moment Harry," Kahn rumbled soothingly.

"It's what will happen during it, that will concern you," Hank added heavily.

Harry was beginning to get nervous. "What happens during it?"

Hank and Kahn glanced at each other briefly. "Let's just say," Hank explained slowly, "that, at around lunchtime tomorrow … it would be a good thing if you prepared yourself for a dose of Voldemort's pain."

"What!?" everyone exclaimed in unison. "What will it feel like?" Harry asked, hearing his voice waver at the thought.

Kahn and Hank exchanged another brief glance, before they both took a seat on the floor. Hank where he was by the door, and Kahn by Harry's side.

"Well," Kahn began, thinking about how to describe it, "At first, you will feel as though your feet are on fire … after that, a white hot poker, being run down and across your chest and stomach…" he paused only briefly as he looked up into Harry's green eyes. "And the last procedure, will be branding. A symbol will be scorched into the Slytherins left shoulder blade in the old fashioned manner of heating the metal brand and holding it to the flesh."

Harry felt sick. He looked away from Kahn and saw that both Hermione and Ginny were holding a hand over their mouths, and Ron was as white as a sheet, as well as looking a touch nauseated. Harry's eyes came to a rest on Hank, and was surprised to find him looking, not concerned for him, but on edge about the news Kahn had given him. This caused Harry to wonder what on earth the procedure he was going to have to suffer through, was actually about? Kahn had called it the Final Ceremony. Could that mean that the two other experiences where just the forerunners to this one?

Harry was distracted at this point though, as Kahn got too his feet.

"I wish you the best tomorrow Harry," he said sincerely. "I hope to visit you again soon with friendlier news … but I'm afraid that I must leave now, and inform Dumbledore of this news."

Harry managed a tight smile and nodded his thanks to him. "It was nice seeing you again."

He smiled toothily at him, then nodded politely to Hank, who returned it, before Orbing out of the room.

Harry sighed heavily and repositioned Mr Tinkle on his lap, glancing at Hank worriedly as he did so. Reading his expression, Hank smiled and stood up.

"Not to worry Harry," he assured him. "We'll make sure that someone is here with you when the time comes." Harry merely nodded.

"Tomorrow, I'll help get the rest of your things back up to your room," said Hank, gesturing to the number of effects in the room that had been brought down during the last two days. "In the meantime, you should try and catch up as much as you can with your schoolwork." Hank waited for Harry to confirm he heard, before smiling at him and opening the door.

"Hang on!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, glancing at Hank. "How are you gonna get out? Madame Pomfrey locked the door!"

Hank simply arched an eyebrow and pulled his wand from the belt on his jeans, twiddling it in his fingers. "It's called an unlocking charm, Mr Weasley…"

Ron's ears turned red and he looked away.

"You set yourself up for that one!" Ginny laughed, causing Ron's ears to turn crimson.

Hank chuckled and shook his head. "My, my … Mr Weasley certainly gets embarrassed very easily, doesn't he? (Ginny nodded.) I'll have to remember that come April Fools…" he grinned evilly as Ron lifted his head sharply; a look of horror on his face.

"You wouldn't!"

"Of course he wouldn't!" Hermione stated confidently; though her demeanour change to doubt once she looked at the expression on Hanks face at her words.

"I'll take that as a challenge!" Hank grinned and began to laugh loudly at the crestfallen attitudes that Hermione and Ron were displaying.

"Oh, lighten up guys!" Harry admonished playfully, grinning broadly. "He can't possibly be worse than Fred and George! Can you?" he added, raising his eyebrows at him.

"You'll just have to wait and see…" Hank grinned. "OK now … back to business! Harry, you should finish up your notes, and you three can help him. Don't worry, I won't say a word!" he finished, holding a hand over his heart and laughing lightly.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Harry asked as Hank stepped out the door.

"That's the plan," he answered. "Goodnight, and don't stay up all night! There is curfew for a reason you know…"

They all waved as he shut the door and started assigning notes for people to copy down. Harry was on the floor; Mr Tinkle on his lap; Ginny was still on the chair, and Ron and Hermione had taken up the bed. A couple of minutes later, Hermione suddenly looked up from her pile, and tilted her head as though she was listening for something.

"What's up?" Ron asked, glancing up from his pile of parchment briefly.

"Um … did any of you, by chance, hear O'Fallen leaving the hallway?"

They all looked up from their work, only then realizing that they never heard the hallway door open, close, lock or anything that would suggest someone had walked through it.

"No … actually?" Harry answered, frowning in mild confusion and concern. He put his quill down and gently ushered Mr Tinkle from his lap, as he stood and made his way to the door. Hesitantly, Harry placed his ear to the door, hoping not to hear anything out of the ordinary, and wrapped his hand around the handle. Upon confirming that there was nothing beyond the door, Harry glanced briefly at his friends before turning the handle and pulling the door open.

Harry stepped into the hall and threw glances in both directions. The hall was completely empty.

"Is he out there Harry?" came Ron's voice. Harry didn't answer and turned toward the door that lead to the main ward. Tentatively, he reached out his hand and grasped the handle, turning it to it's fullest and pulling, only to find it wouldn't budge. It was still locked. Shaking his head, Harry returned to his room and shut the door, meeting his friends bemused expressions.

"There's no one out there," he told them flatly.

"But he can't've vanished!" Hermione put forward disbelievingly. "Oh! Hold on! He's done it before!"

Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking as confused by this statement as he was. "Done what before?"

"Vanished of course!" she answered exasperatedly. "When Dumbledore spoke to the adults in his office the day you left, Harry. Hank and he had a disagreement of sorts and O'Fallen left the room. When Remus opened the door, only a second or two later, he'd gone … disappeared."

"But how would he do that? You keep telling us that you can't apperate in the Hogwarts grounds," Ron stated pointedly.

Hermione shook her head. "You can't … but that Feline can teleport in here without any problems, can't it? Now that my first theory about O'Fallen has been blown out of the water, this is the only thing about him that seems suspicious at the moment…"

"Wait," Harry cut in. "What theory has been blown out the water?"

Hermione sighed. "Well … My original theory was that O'Fallen was just a human transformation of Kahn … that he was the same Feline because we'd never seen both of them at the same time together … but that question was answered a few minutes ago. I was researching in the library to see if I could find anything on Felines that referred to the different forms they can take … but all I found out so far, was that they can turn into a predatory cat … you know, tigers and the like…"

"So you were proven wrong!" Harry jumped in suddenly. "You said you'd drop your investigating on Hank if you were proven wrong!"

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but shut it reluctantly.

"So will you take my word now? Is he trustworthy?" Harry continued hopefully. He really didn't want to continue arguing over who was or wasn't worthy of his trust.

"Fine Harry," Hermione surrendered, smiling faintly. "You win. I won't argue about him anymore."

Harry grinned happily and resumed his seat on the floor; Mr Tinkle jumping back into his lap.

"Are you gonna keep researching Felanade's?" Ron asked nonchalantly as he resumed copying Harry's notes.

Hermione shot him a questioning glance. "Why would I?"

Ron looked up at her pointedly. "You could keep reading up on them in case you run across something that tells you that they're not as evil as you think they are."

Hermione heaved a great sigh of exasperation. "Fine! If I keep reading up on them, are you all going to stop badgering me about them!?"

Harry grinned along with Ron and Ginny. "'Course we will…"

Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to her stack of notes.

They sat in near silence for a couple more hours, getting through a substantial amount of Harry's work; when he felt the need to ask Hermione a question.

"Um, Hermione?" he asked cautiously.

"Hmmm?"

"I … I was wondering who wrote the book that you got most of your Feline information from?"

Hermione looked over toward him, eyeing him searchingly. "Why do you want to know?"

Harry shrugged. "I was just wondering who could foul up so badly when they were supposed to be telling the world about them. Then, of course, there's the MoM allowing it to be published, when they probably knew how wrong the information was…"

Hermione threw down her quill and looked at him in frustration. "Harry, I'm not going to continue this argument with you! You have your beliefs and I have mine. I'll only reconsider my decision about them if I find a book that tells me otherwise."

Harry stared at her as she glared at him defiantly, crossing her arms. Although he was still unhappy with the way she thought of Kahns race, he was grateful that she would at least take into account any conflicting information she might find in her search.

Sighing heavily and slumping in defeat, Harry asked, "Well are you going to tell me who wrote it?"

Her gaze softened as she realized that he was dropping the subject. Sighing resignedly, Hermione nodded and answered him.

"The book that's available to the general public, is called: 'The Wizarding Worlds Most Dangerous Magical Beasts and Beings' and is written by one 'Deago L.Y.R. Rockhilt'."

"Deago Rockhilt, huh …" Ron replied, smirking slightly. "What's the L.Y.R. stand for?"

"How'm I supposed to know?" Hermione huffed exasperatedly. "Harry just wanted to know who wrote it, so I told him!"

Harry wasn't listening to Ron and Hermione's growing argument. He was to busy running the name over and over again in his head. He didn't know why, but he felt as if he'd heard that name before … it seemed to strike an unpleasant chord with him.

"OK!!" Ginny's voice rang out, jolting Harry from his thoughts, and making Ron and Hermione fall silent with surprise. "We should probably leave now," Ginny suggested forcefully, sounding more like a drill sergeant than a fourteen year old girl. "It's getting close to curfew, and I'm getting sick of hearing you two arguing," she stated flatly, eyeing off an embarrassed Hermione and a fuming Ron.

Harry chuckled at the way Ginny was treating them. She was definitely no longer the shy little girl he remembered her as.

Everyone packed up the notes they were working on and said goodnight to Harry. Hermione stopped just before she walked out the door and turned to face him.

"Harry, when you see Professor O'Fallen tomorrow, could you ask him how he managed to perform that magic without a wand, if I don't get the chance to during class?"

Harry sighed and placed Mr Tinkle on his bed. "Your not still wanting to pin him for something are you? Because you promised – "

"No Harry, I'm not trying to get him on anything," Hermione interrupted hastily. "I'm just curious to know how he did it … that's all."

Harry eyed her sceptically for a moment; nodding his ascent once he was convinced she was telling him the truth. "OK … I'll ask him. I'm gonna blame you though when he gets mad at me…" he grinned.

Hermione grinned back. "He won't get mad at you Harry. He likes you, or haven't you noticed. He treats you like a nephew or something … kinda like Remus does – and I told you that you'd only have to ask him if I didn't get around to it during CoMC tomorrow morning." She stuck her tongue out and quickly left the room, giggling.

"Hey! What was that for!?" he called after her, dashing out the door and turning – only to collide with Ginny, knocking her forward into Ron, who promptly crashed into the ward door.

Hermione bent over to see if Ron were all right, and Harry did the same for Ginny.

"Are you OK?" Harry asked her worriedly, "I'm really sorry, I didn't meant to knock you over…"

"It's all right Harry," Ginny answered as she straightened up, rubbing her elbow. "I think we might have a small problem though," she continued as Harry grasped her arm and began inspecting the area she was rubbing. "The door was still locked, and Ron couldn't undo it…"

Ginny trailed off as Harry moved his arm up and around her shoulders, causing her to blush crimson, but she didn't move away. Harry smiled warmly down at her and muttered, "I'm glad I didn't hurt you," before turning back toward Ron and Hermione; both of which were in a deep discussion about the problem with the door.