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Love, Keta.

Chapter 10: Multiply Humanity

Third Person POV

Harry screams out into the forest, throat turning hoarse as he continues venting his anger and frustration to the night. His knuckles bleed from where they connected with one of the Astronomy Tower walls, and his arm aches from the force behind his punch. His shoes are scuffed and his outer robe's ripped from his scramble up the steps.

Finally he falls forward with one last scream, bracing himself on the window's sides to keep from falling to an awful death. Tears linger in his jewel colored eyes as he sinks to his knees. "How dare he?" he whispers, feeling somehow betrayed without knowing why…

Earlier in the day, Harry's POV:

I smile at Luna and Neville who come over and link their arms with mine as they lead me out of the Great Hall. "So what's up?" I ask.

"We've missed you," Neville responds. "We don't get to see you as much now that you've got other friends." We laugh, all knowing that I would never trade the two of them for anything or anyone.

"Yes," Luna whispers, "the thestrals have been very cranky since you stopped coming to see them."

"Well, then we should go see them."

Outside, Neville's perched on a rock watching as Luna and I, to an outsider, seem to be floating on air. Even though he can see them, he likes to watch us play with them. If we hadn't shown him just how gentle they are, he'd probably be rather terrified of the skeletal horses and stay far away from them.

Instead he stays with us as Luna and I play, ride and feed them. It took a very sweet thestral and a rare Herbology book to get him to ride one once. And that was the one and only time. Well, besides when we broke into the ministry.

"Trespassers at two o'clock," Luna says, turning her thestral around to watch as Ronald and Hermione come into my second home.

"What do you want?" I growl, urging my stead to rear and make me look more menacing. The image would be more so if they could see him underneath me.

"Professor Dumbledore wants to see you," Hermione says in a fake cordial voice, forcing me to clench my fist to keep from hexing her into oblivion.

"Fine." To my thestral, I whisper, §Miserareta (Spellbound), would you take me up to the castle. I will come out for you and we will come back to the forest.§

§Of course, Amaranthus (love lies bleeding). I am bound to do as you wish, am I not?§

§Yes, but I'd prefer to ask your opinion once in a blue moon.§ He shakes his head and begins loping up to the castle and ever closer to the man I want to die. As he gallops into the courtyard, I'm already preparing to run up the steps. He skids to stop, hissing a good luck my way.

Up the stairs I run, my messenger bag full of lose scraps of paper and my portfolio clanging against my leg. It's a comforting weight as I ascend the last staircase into the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore looks up at me with mild surprise at the bag I'm cradling to my chest as he gestures for me to sit down. "Harry, my child, why did you go with the Malfoys this summer?"

A gentle probing in my mind makes me internally throw up shields strong enough to keep Tom out. But outside I show no emotion. "Because, I was not going to spend any more time with the Dursleys."

"But, Harry, you do realize that Mr. Malfoy is a death eater. What if he were to turn you into Voldemort?"

"I have no fear of what Mr. Malfoy would do." My right eye starts to twitch as he continues to try and get into my brain.

"But it was not safe."

"It was safer than at that house," I growl, my anger finally getting the best of me. "And stay out of my bloody mind!" I storm out of his office, teeth gnashed together.

Third Person POV

A sigh escapes from his mouth as the wizard begins to climb back down the giant staircases, mindful of his promise to Miserareta. "Merlin," he whispers. "I don't know if I can take much more."

His fingers trail on the wall, leaving unseen paintings, the same ones that have touched nearly every place in the castle. His hands are eventually pulled back in front of him and he begins to pray.

"Please don't let that bastard take me away from Tom. Please, God, my father, I beg of thee. Please don't let him take away my happiness…"