Sometimes, I Wonder Chapter 10: Memories, a harry potter fanfic

"Harry! Come on! We're going to be late!." Draco said gesturing hurriedly down the hall they were standing in.

Harry gave a quiet sigh and turned toward his frantic friend. "You go on, I'm going to wait for Neville."

Draco looked like he wanted to say something, but the unwavering look on his friends face stopped him in his tracks. Throwing up his hands in a rather un-Malfoyish way, Draco made an irritated sound before darting down the hall and rounding the corner, disappearing out of sight.

Harry didn't blame his friend. There was no sense in both of them being late. Just as he heard the tarty bell ring Neville rounded the corner with both arms full of books, looking out of breathe. Neville looked up, slightly startled at seeing Harry.

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you of course. Come on or we're going to be more late then we already are." Harry answered easily, walking over to the staggering boy and taking some of the books out of his arms. Neville gave him a grateful look and shifted what was left into a more comfortable position as they started down the hall. Harry was about to ask where his book bag was when he spotted the brown clothe draped over Neville's right arm.

"What happened to your bag?"

Neville looked up, startled by the question, before looking back down. "On my way here some of the students thought it would be funny the cast a tearing curse on the bottom of my bag and a scattering spell on my books when they hit the ground. It took me about ten minutes to find them all."

"Who did it?"

"I don't know, I didn't see them." Harry could instantly tell it was a lie. Mentally heaving a sigh and taking a mental note to work on Neville's self-esteem, Harry let it go. It wouldn't do to rip into the other boy's mind, even if every particle of his being was screaming at him to hunt down and maim the people who did this to his new friend. If Neville wanted to tell him he would in due time.

Harry knew from his first glance at the boy that he would be a bully magnet. He just didn't hold him self with the dignity that other wizards did, and his weight definitely wasn't a bonus. He also knew that Neville didn't know what to think of him. Here he was, a Slytherin who possessed an aura of confidence and power, wanting to be friends with a Hufflepuff. Neville obviously didn't know whether he was serious or not.

But Harry could feel potential in the brown haired boy. The green aura surrounding the boy alone proved that he had an affirmation with plants, which, if guided right, meant that he could become a talented healer. Harry knew that all his friend needed was a slight nudge in the right direction and he could become one of the most powerful healers alive.

But first they needed to get over the confidence issues. If Neville continued to believe that he's a good-for-nothing scared little boy then the thought process would engrave its self in his mind and he would never be able to take the steps it takes to achieve anything. So Harry knew that he would help his friend no matter what it took.

Opening the doors of the Transfiguration classroom, they trotted down the aisle. Many students looked up at their arrival, a few staring at the sight of a Slytherin and Hufflepuff together, before going back to their work. Harry glanced around, seeking Draco's magical signature, before finding the lavender aura and following it. His friend quickly came into view and Harry started walking toward him before another aura caught his attention. Glancing up he noticed that the teachers chair and desk was empty save for a orange tabby cat perched on the desk. Reaching out and identifying the cat as Professor McGonagall Harry wasn't at all surprised; McGonagall did seem to have a feline presence in her aura.

Figuring he'd humor his Professor for the fun of it Harry turned toward Neville. "Phew, we made it. Can you imagine the expression on McGonagall's face if we were late?"

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the cat perk up on the desk before leaping, changing in midair, and landing on two feet, fully human. Harry had expected that, so didn't think much of it, but Neville had been facing toward the desk at the time and had perfect view of the whole event.

"That was brilliant!" He blurted as McGonagall walked up to them.

"Why thank you for that assessment Mr. Longbottom. Perhaps you would be more useful if I were to Transfigure yourself and Mr. Halisio into a pocket watch. That way one of you might be on time."

"Sorry Professor, but we got lost." Harry said, the lie coming easily. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Neville give him a thankful look.

"Then perhaps a map. I trust you don't need one to find your seats." With that McGonagall walked away. Harry took a few more steps before sliding easily next to Draco, Neville sitting beside him. Draco gave him a look that clearly stated 'I told you so' before returning to his work.

Feeling a mental tap Harry looked down as Rowan jumped into his lap. Wondering what she was doing there since his familiars had decided to take a break after the Defense class episode, he reached down and petted her, his hand lingering questioningly on her head. She looked up at him with an innocent violet gaze.

"What? Stephano was snoring too loudly to sleep up there and all you're going to be doing is sitting down all class period. This way I can sleep peacefully with out bothering or being bothered by anyone."

Harry rolled his eyes but gave Rowan one last pat before going back to his work. The young Sable yawned and stretched before curling up in a ball in his lap, wings tucked securely around her body and one black furred paw over her face.

After about a half an hour of letting them wright down what they know about Transfiguration, McGonagall stood from her chair and walked to the front of the classroom, silently indicating for them to put down their quills.

"Now Transfiguration is more like art then magic. To manipulate an object into changing form takes deep concentration and focus. This is especially hard when dealing with live creatures instead of inanimate objects. But no need to worry about that, you will not learn to transfigure live animals until next year."

Rowan's ear had twitched at the sudden voice and she peeked at Harry from around her paw before sighing, stretching, and sitting up in his lap, listening to what the Professor was saying. McGonagall noticed the feline watching her but, apparently deciding that the Sable wasn't going to disrupt her class, didn't comment on it for the whole lesson.

"Oh, I'm tired. Do you think that Professor Binns would object to falling asleep in his class?" Draco said plopping down on one of the chairs as they entered the library. Hermione gave him a sour look.

"Oh Draco, it was not that bad. In fact, I found it kind of interesting."

"Only you would think that was interesting."

Harry rolled his eyes at the other two and waved as Ron and Neville entered the library and started toward them. He, Hermione, and Draco had just gotten out of their last class of the day, History of Magic. And he would have to admit, he agreed whole-heartedly with Draco. Goblin Rebellions and Wizards Achievements could only be so entertaining. Especially when they where either incredibly wrong or unbelievably biased. Hmm, he would have to break that to Hermione some time.

His familiars besides Rowan had yet to be seen. Rowan was presently curled on top of one of his texts books, watching the humans with interest. The young Sable had stuck with him all day and, when asked about it, complained that she had been bored and that watching humans waving sticks was some sort of entertainment. Kestrel was flying over the Forbidden Forest again according to the images she was sending him, making him have the urge to stretch his own wings and explore himself. The Forest was apparently immense. Stephano and Ebony had yet to show up but he wasn't too worried. Those two could take care of themselves.

"Well, if it isn't the traitors and their snake friends." a snide voice remarked. Harry glanced over and wasn't at all surprised to see Chase standing a few feet away with his pack of admirers. Apparently Ebony's warning didn't make it through his thick skull.

"What can we do for you Mr. Potter?" Harry asked while looking back down at his paper. Beside him he watched as Rowan flicked her tail, eyeing the chubby boy.

"Drop dead." Chase responded earning a "Good one" and "You tell him" from his 'followers'. Harry merely threw him an unimpressed look before going back to his work. Chase, apparently realizing that he wasn't going to get a reaction out of the raven haired boy, turned toward Ron.

"Still hanging out with Snakes, Weasley? You're an embarrassment to Gryffindor."

"Still believing that you have anything intelligent to say, Potter? You're an embarrassment to the human race." Harry responded in a monotone, saving his red haired friend from responding. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ron shoot him a grateful look.

"What is going on here?" a sharp voice cut in. Harry glanced up and sighed as he saw a Potter for the second time today. James stood by his son, glaring at the six seated students. A glance to the right showed Lily and Madam Price not to far away. His friends looked down and fidgeted but Harry rolled his eyes and returned to his work, reponding "What does it look like?"

"You're insulting my son–"

"Your assessment of the obvious is astounding."

"Who is your superior–"

"In ego and body weight."

"Which you need to respect–"

"They both are rather big."

"And listen to–"

"It's hard since he only speaks Moron."

"Stop interrupting me!" James yelled angerly, his face going red. The other students, including Chase and his friends, shrank back from the pissed Professor but Harry merely gave him a bored look.

"Lower your voice, Professor. We're in a library."

James glared at him for a few moments, silently fuming. Harry wasn't at all desturbed; James was an amateur in comparison to a pissed off Elder (Old and Powerful Elf) or Ancient (Old and Powerful Vampire). Elves and Vampires in general were two of the most powerful beings in existence, growing stronger (though not physically older) every day. Ancients and Elders were Vampires and Elves that had lived for thousands of years, their power so immense that even a Muggle would be able to feel it several yards away if it was not properly hidden. Not to mention if an Elder or Ancient got mad their magical aura would fill the room, overwhelming everyone with its intense power. Some could even kill with their aura and that was just using their aura. Luckily it was really hard to completely piss off an Elder or Ancient. Unless you knew how.

Now James wasn't even powerful enough to appear threatening. His aura was dim and didn't even have a scent (Powerful beings tended to have a scent attached to their auras, the stronger the scent, the more power they wielded). And being a Lestran meant that Harry had the natural ability of Empathy (Reading aura's, power levels, feelings, magical signatures, etc.).

"That's it! Headmaster's Office, Now!" James finally said, turing on his heel and marching out of the room, Chase and Lily on his heels.

Harry looked at his friends and rolled his eyes while gathering his books, telling them he would meet them at dinner. Rowan jumped off the table and followed him out the door, jumping on top of his book bag to hitch a ride.

"What was that about?" Rowan said licking her paw.

"I don't know, but I think he's offended." Harry said shrugging. Rowan peered up at him.

"Truth hurts."

"Yeah, well, so does karma."

"I'll never get humans."

"Ditto."

"Ah, there you are." A familiar voice interrupted. Harry and Rowan looked up and spotted Stephano trotting toward them, Ebony wrapped loosely around him and Kestrel perched on his back. At the sight of them the Phoenix trilled and flew the short distance to them, landing on Harry's shoulder and settling there. Harry reached up and stroked her feathers.

"Where have you guys been?" Harry asked his two other familiars. Ebony unwound him self from around Stephano and slithered around Harry's waist.

"Exploring."

"That all?"

"This place is quite interesting. There is obvious evidence of another serpent being here. Perhaps not in a while, but the scent is there."

"Interesting."

"Immensely."

Harry pondered that as he started forward again, Stephano loping beside him. Another snake huh? Figuring it was only a matter of time before they would meet this serpent Harry pushed the thought to the back of his mind and looked up as he neared the stone gargoyle. As he suspected James, Lily, and Chase were already there.

Chase sneered as they got closer to the group, but a simple hiss from Ebony sent him scurry behind his mother, causing Rowan and Stephano to snicker. The grinding of stone brought everyone's attention to the gargoyle, which was now twirling upward with a spiral staircase attached to it. Letting the Potters get on first, Harry waited until it was a little further up before getting on, Stephano beside him. He could tell that the half-Grim was not enjoying this part at all.

The Headmasters Office was lavishly furnished with odd trinkets and items lying around. Books filled the bookcases, which lined the walls from floor to ceiling ( which was pretty high up). All in all Harry thought it was a little over done, and a small snort from Stephano indicated that he was thinking along the same lines.

Headmaster Dumbledore sat behind his large desk, eyes peering over his spectacles curiously at them. But Harry wasn't fooled; he had felt the heightening of the mans presence fill the room and the light prob on his heavily layered mental shields. It didn't surprise him that the man used Occlemency on anyone who entered his office.

"Ah, James, Lily, what brings you hear on this fine day? Lemon Drop?"

"No thank you Headmaster, but we're here over a serious matter concerning him." James said pointing his finger at Harry, who was blandly ignoring hin in favor of stroking Kestrel's feathers.

"I see. Well, sit down." Dumbledore said indicating to the four comfy chairs that had suddenly popped into existence in front of his desk. Harry strode over and took a seat in the chair furthest from the others, Rowan jumping into his lap while Ebony draped himself over the back of the chair and Stephano curled up at Harry's feet. Kestrel chirped and moved down his arm to perch on his forearm, which was resting on the chair arm.

The Potters sat in the remaining chairs, casting glares at the completely relaxed and unbothered Harry. Dumbledore watched this with a curious expression and once more Harry felt a light prob on his shields. Not at all concerned Harry cast Dumbledore an amused look, who promptly removed his prob while giving the boy a peculiar look.

"So, what happened?" Dumbledore finally asked James, who perked up at the question.

"Well, you see I had gone down to the library to check on my son when I saw this boy harassing him. When I told him to stop he started hassling me as well. So I told him to take this to you and here we are."

Dumbledore nodded before turning toward Chase. "Chase what happened from your perspective?"

Chase straightened. "Well, I was in the library with my friends when Halisio and His friends started picking on me for no reason. When I told them to stop they didn't listen so I responded with a few very witty remarks" At this he puffed out his chest causing Harry to roll his eyes "which seemed to get Halisio mad. He seemed to want to attack me when Dad stepped in and told Halisio to leave me alone but then Halisio started insulting him. It almost got out of hand until Dad drew his wand and told Halisio firmly to go to your office. So here we are."

Dumbledore nodded and turned toward Harry. "What do you have to say in defense?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Dumbledore asked raising an eyebrow at Harry who continued stroking Rowan's fur.

"Nothing, because it's incredibly obvious that all three adults in this room are all incredibly biased on the present situation. There for the truth means nothing to them when concerning the 'boy-who-lived'. No offense, but you would believe him if he said the sky was pink or that women came from Mars."

Dumbledore blinked slowly before raising an eyebrow while James glared at Harry and Chase sat in his chair with a confused expression on his face, apparently still trying to figure out what Harry had said. Harry rolled his eyes at them before looking over at Lily.

Only to blink in surprise.

Lily had her head tilted to the side slightly, resting on her hand. But what caught his attention was the slightly thoughtful and semi confused look on her face, it as if she was thinking over something that had never occurred to her before. Harry opened his mouth to say something when Dumbledore cut him off.

"I assure you my boy, we do not play favorites in this school." At this Harry snorted.

"Right. Anyway," Harry continued, standing up and stretching before walking toward the door, "if you want the truth, just take it out of Chase's mind." With that Harry left, his familiars right behind him.

Lily sat on the bed in the room she and James shared, deep in thought. She didn't know why but something Halisio had said triggered something in her mind, clearing it some how. It was like she was waking up after a long sleep for some reason. Lily looked over at the bed-side table before picking up the frame that resided there.

It was a picture of her, James, Chase, and Rose, her six year old daughter ( Rose had been three at the time the picture was taken) standing in front of a large fireplace, smiling. It had been taken during Christmas three years ago at the Hufflepuff Manor, shot by Sirius. She still remembered that Christmas, Chase had gotten his first broom and flying lessen. It had been disastrous.

Lily smiled slightly, but the grin slowly disappeared as she continued to stare at the picture. It seemed... incomplete some how. Placing the picture down, Lily stood and walked over to the family photo album, picking it up and flipping through it. The pictures felt... wrong for some reason. After flipping threw it fruitlessly for a few minutes, Lily slammed it closed and sighed.

This was ridiculous. What could possibly be missing? Lily heaved another sigh and reached up to place the album back on the shelf. Only to pause when a photo dislodged from the book and drifted lazily to the floor. Placing the album on the table next to her Lily bent down and picked up the picture, flipping it over.

It was a family portrait, taken over seven to eight years ago, before Rose was born, when Chase was three. They had been in front of Godric's Hollow during the spring, in the shade of the big Oak tree. Sirius and Remus were in it, both smiling with their hands on the shoulders of a small boy.

A small boy with long, wavy raven hair and exotic emerald eyes.

Harry

Lily felt her legs give out from under her. Falling to her knees she clutched the picture tightly to her chest, tears falling down her face freely as feelings and motherly instincts hit her full force. Feelings, thoughts, and emotions that had been pushed to the back of her mind without a second thought rushed forward.

Harry. Oh, Harry.

"Lily, are you okay?"

Lily looked up at her husband, tears still falling. "James, how could we forget about him?"

"Forget about who?" James said rushing into the room to kneel beside his wife.

"Harry, James. Harry."

"Harry?"

"Our Son James! Chase's twin!"

James's face changed to recognition before he frowned. "Lily, Harry is dead. He died the night You-Know-Who attacked."

"I know but... James, how could we? After the night we heard that Chase was the boy who lived, it was like Harry didn't exist. James, we forgot about him! Oh God, I'm such a horrible mother. The last words I said to him were to protect his brother. I didn't even say that I loved him, or that no matter what he was still my little boy... We forgot his birthday! Oh, how he must have felt... and every time we saw him we treated him no better then a house elf... Oh James, how could we!" Lily said, everything rushing out. A part of her did not know why she was reacting this way but she pushed it aside.

"Lily! Calm down!" James said shaking his wife. "Harry is dead! And even if he wasn't it is Chase who needs us! He is the boy-who-lived and needs all the love and protection he could get! He–"

"So your saying you would choose one of your sons over the other? That one is more special because of a title?" Lily said suddenly angry, shoving away from James and standing up, still clutching the picture tightly. Staring furiously at her husband, who had remained silent, Lily shook her head slightly as the feelings raging in side of her built. Memories of the twins and James before they knew the prophesy flooded to the front of her mind, along with them the incredible guilt. "Who are you? Because the James I fell in love with would have cared and loved his children equally. Titles be dammed." With that she spun on her heal and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

Lily paused in the door frame, emotions still going haywire. Though guilt was the strongest. "To some one who will listen to me." And with that she left.

Sirius grumbled darkly as he drug himself out of bed to answer the door. A glance at the clock showed the numbers 11:30 in neon green. Sighing and scratching his head he opened the door; only to come face to face with a tear soaked Lily.

"Lily, what brings you here at this time of night?"

"Sirius, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, sure, anytime." Sirius said opening the door wider so that she could walk in. Closing it behind her he helped her into the livingroom of his suite, sitting her down on his couch and taking the chair across from her.

Lily was silent for a few moments before looking up. "Sirius, what do you remember about... Harry?"

Sirius blinked. That was definitely not something he was expecting. "Well, he was a really bright boy for his age, knew words I didn't even know existed. He had really strange coloring, not really shades you would expect to see on a human. Especially his eyes, they were a type of green I had never seen before. Sometimes if you looked at them at them at a specific angle you could see veins of gold and silver running threw them. They were really beautiful and really expressive, always seemed to glow when he was happy. Also his hair was long and was a type of raven black that reflected colors off of it."

"What was he like?" Lily asked, gibby. Sirius blinked.

"Well, he was very athletic. He ran every morning and every night. And the times he wasn't found exercising he would be reading. His room was always full of books, spell books, school books, Muggle novels, you name it. And you could always hold a conversation with him, it didn't matter what type. Politics, sports, games, news, he was always up to date. He also had a killer sense of humor, even cracked a few adult jokes every once in a while."

Lily gave a quiet laugh, which quickly turned into a sob. Sniffing, she looked down at the floor.

"I'm such a horrible mother, Sirius. I didn't even know what my own son was like."

"You're not a horrible mother, Lily."

Lily looked up at Sirius who was looking at his hands. "Look me in the eye and say that."

Sirius sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"You can't, can you." Lily said exhaling. "Oh Sirius, what have I become? What has James become?"

Sirius looked up at her before sighing and leaning forward, taking her hand. "Lily, I'm going to be straight forward with you. Ever since you and James found out that Chase was the supposed 'chosen one' you've let it go to your head. And over the years, you've been getting worse and worse. Lily, Remus has already given up."

"What do you mean by worse?"

"Think about it. When was the last time you thought about the consequences for your actions? Or about anybody else?"

Lily's eyes widened before she placed them in her hands. "What have we become?"

"Nothing like a midnight flight, huh?" Harry called to Rowan, who was doing loop-de-loops in the air. They were flying over the Forbidden Forest with Kestrel, who was somewhere above them. It had been Kestrel's idea, who had drug them out of bed, leaving Ebony sleeping soundly. Stephano had heard them getting up and had begged to go with them. At the moment he was trotting underneath them in the Forbidden Forest, his half Grim status ensuring that everything left him alone.

Harry flapped his wings, the feel of the air going through his feathers was exhilarating. The full moon reflected off of the bright feathers, forming exotic colors around him as he dived and twisted upward, snatching Rowan out of the air. The Sable squealed in surprise, but pawed at him playfully before squirming out of his grasp. Above them they could hear Kestrel's song echoing over the forest.

"This is fun!" Rowan said as she swooped toward the forest. Harry followed her, tucking his wings in slightly so that he could maneuver through the trees easily. They dove beneath the canopies, straightening underneath the bottom layer. Stephano jogged beneath them, easily keeping stride, his coat shining silver in the moonlight.

"We should do this more often." Rowan said.

Just as an arrow shot by her, missing her by inches.

Rowan reared backward in midair, causing her to loose her balance and fall. Luckily Shephano jumped up and caught her from below, allowing Harry to focus on identifying their attacker. Finding an aura signature not to far from them, Harry lashed out with a silent binding spell, catching their attacker off guard. A sharp yelp and a thud told him he had succeeded and Harry nodded toward his familiars before flying toward the aura. Landing next to the being, Harry blinked.

"Why were you shooting at us, Centaur?"

The light blue centaur binded on the ground looked up at him with silver eyes and blinked several times before giving him an apologetic look.

"I apologize Lestran, I did not see you and I thought your companion was merely a bird."

Harry nodded and waved his hand, releasing the centaur from the binding spell. Centaurs were incredibly intelligent creatures, most of their numbers known for being Seers and Star Readers. They were also agile and strong, their bodies and powerful magics making them the perfect warriors. And though they tended to talk in riddles, they never lied.

The blue centaur straightened and brushed himself off, giving Harry a curious look. "You are far from home Lestran. Why?"

"You are far from your herd Centaur. Why?"

The centaur laughed and flung his bow over his back. "I suppose I deserved that one. I was practicing my bow and arrow skills so that I may join the Guard. You?"

"Taking a break from school."

"School?"

"Yes, Hogwarts. Come to find out I have Wizard's magic in me."

The centaur gave him a sympathetic look. Centaurs viewed wizards as an evolutionary mistake and did not think much of them. Rowan and Stephano took that moment to appear from the brush. The centaur turned toward the noise and spotted Rowan.

"I am sorry young Sable. I did not know what you were."

"It's okay. As long as you don't do it again." Rowan said, still slightly shaken up. The centaur nodded and turned back toward Harry.

"I am Cobalt Ri Grian of the West Herd." He said offering his hand. Harry took it and shook it firmly.

"Harry Kainyan Halisio of Alenious."

"Ah, the Great City of the Elves. Tell me, is it as beautiful as the stories say?"

"More so."

"I'll have to visit one of these days." Cobalt said straightening and looking up at the sky. After a few seconds he sighed before turning toward the forest. "This is where we part my friends. Take care." And with that he disappeared into the trees.

"That was strange." Rowan said as she cleaned her paw. Harry folded his arms and looked at his two familiars.

"Come on, let's get back, it's getting late."

The other two nodded and they took to the sky to find Kestrel.

Cold wisps of air breezed by him, feeling like icy fingers against his skin. Becoming more awake he realized he was lying on a cold stone floor, possibly in a dungeon of some sort if the constant dripping of water was any indication. Taking a deep breath of the musky air, Harry opened his eyes. The ceiling was what greeted him and Harry sighed before rolling over onto his hands and knees and pushing himself into a standing position.

After a few moments of looking around he came to the conclusion that he was in another one of his strange dreams. Sighing again, Harry looked up as a short, thin, hooded man entered the door, slipping in and closing the door quietly behind him. After the door was closed the man hurried across the room, brushing past Harry to get to the door on the opposite wall. Harry shrugged and followed the man through the door, knowing that the man couldn't see him and that he had nothing better to do.

Harry looked around as they entered the second room. It was large with many strange items lying here and there. Following the man to a type of desk, Harry watched as the man sat down and started fiddling with with some items on the desk top.

"Hurry, Servant. My patience is thinning."

The cold, dark voice made Harry jump and look around, trying to locate the source since it didn't seem to come from the man. The voice some how sounded familiar, yet Harry couldn't remember how. A movement caught his eye and he looked back at the man, how was now shivering.

"I am sorry Master, I am trying. But the old man has hidden it well and I don't know where to start looking."

Harry blinked and raised an eyebrow as the man spoke. And here he thought that the man stuttered every other syllable. Now what was Professor Quirell down here? And who was Master?

"We must hurry Servant. Dumbledore is not stupid, of course he hid it well. But our time is getting short, I can only exist in this form for so long. We must get the Sorcerers Stone."

"But what of the boy, Master? What of Chase Potter?"

There was a pause before the cold voice spoke. "Dispose of him."

"And what of the Paseltounge, My Lord? Harry Halisio?"

Another pause filled the room as Harry folded his arms, interested in their conversation. It was strange, watching the man having a conversation with some sort of bodiless being. And what was the Sorcerers Stone? Harry rubbed his head, but looked up as the voice spoke.

"The boy interests me, with his obvious allegiance to both Light and Darkness and the fact that he has both a snake and a phoenix as companions. Also he's powerful, I could feel his magic from across the great hall. It will be interesting to see his role in this war. Perhaps he can be swayed to our cause."

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. Great, another person after his allegiance. And here he thought three was enough. (That will be explained in later chapters/ stories)

"What do I do about him until then?"

"Let time play its course. After all, only time can tell the mysteries of the future."

"Yes Master."

Harry waited for more, but when none came, he felt a sharp pull around his navel, pulling him back to the land of the conscious.

Harry woke with a start and stretched, his hand going up to rub his scare, which was throbbing with a dull ache. But that was expected, it always happened when he had those dreams. Well, at least it wasn't as bad as it used to be when he fought the dreams. When the dreams had first began he had fought to get away from the dreams, always waking up with his scar open and bleeding. But after a while he found if he just 'went with the flow' when the dreams occured, his scar only ached afterwards.

Glancing at the clock, which said 6:30, Harry got up and stretched, thinking about the dream and trying to put the pieces together.

Okay, so apparently 'Master' was using Quirell to find the 'Sorcerers Stone', which Dumbledore had hidden, probably somewhere in the school. Now he could tell that 'Master' was some sort of bodiless being, perhaps a wondering spirit. So perhaps the 'Sorcerers Stone' was some sort of item that would give it a body or the ability to become solid.

But why? Shouldn't a spirit or what ever it was want to pass on? Well, Harry guessed, when it came down to it, it depended on who the spirit or what ever was.

Now completely clean and dressed, Harry sat on his bed and reached over to pet Rowan, who was curled into a ball, asleep, next to him.

Now, the voice sounded familiar, as if from a distant memory. Also 'Master' talked about killing Chase and about some kind of war. And it was something trying to find a body...

As the answer hit him Harry dropped his head into his hand.

Voldemort.

Well, it made sense. Voldemort's body had been destroyed by the backlash of power, but apparently his spirit had survived. Now he was set on getting his body back and completing the war he had started, killing Chase, and taking over the wizarding world. And the voice sounded familiar because Voldemort had spoke before killing Chase.

And when things couldn't get any worse, Voldemort was now interested in him because of his power and his ability to speak Paseltounge. Hmm, so much for the 'stay it the shadows' plan.

Raising his head, Harry looked out the window. Great, this was just fabulous. There was a spirit of a powerful mass murder loose in the school, who had a professor working for him and also had a obvious interest in recruiting Harry. If things couldn't get better, this spirit knew of a way to get its body back and was also dead set on killing Chase. And to top things off Harry had to protect Chase, find a way to stop the spirit without getting captured, and get to the Stone without anyone finding out who he was.

Harry sighed and looked up.

This was going to be a long year.

Yay! Finally! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I had major writers block. Speaking of which, if you guys have any ideas of things that could happen in the story, I would love to hear them. Also, I need a Beta, so if you guys know any good ones who are willing to help, please tell me.

Cobalt was a random thought but he'll probably play a key role latter on. Also, yes, Lily is not all bad. You have to remember that, yes, she let fame go to her head, but when it comes down to it, she is a really smart and caring witch.(Those of you that caught on that Sirius sensed this from the beginning, congrats). Also, if you're wondering, being in the same room as her long lost son kind on grounded her and triggered her memories (probably the familiarity of his magical signature). You know how strong Maternal Instincts are after all.

R&R