A/N: So here's a short update, sorry for the delay. I'm going to try and be more regular now.

Title: Moondance

Author: hpjkrowling4ever

Chapter Twelve

It was uncanny, Harry thought, what having Slytherins as your allies did to you. They managed to get notes and messages over to Harry on a day-to-day basis, telling him the movement of Malfoy and the things he said in the House Meetings. However, Harry knew that it was Professor Dumbledore he had to confront, or else there would be no end to the quiet battle going on between the two houses.

It was a Monday when Professor Dumbledore finally requested Harry's presence in his office, and it was with a heavy heart that Harry made his way over to it. Walking towards the office, Harry thought over what he and Luna had decided to do.


"You need to breathe, first of all. That's important." Luna smiled widely, and watched as her boyfriend inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Second of all, you need to ask him why he is doing these lessons."

"I know that! To understand Voldemort better." Harry said, looking annoyed. He thought he'd told Luna that, but his girlfriend merely smiled even wider.

"Yes, but why? Isn't it a case of kill or be killed? It would be simple to destroy him then, wouldn't it?" Luna was asking questions Harry had never thought to ask, and he didn't like it.

"Okay, then. What else?"

"We know that Professor Dumbledore has an idea of why Malfoy is doing something in Hogwarts. That much is plainly obvious, isn't it? He also has an idea of what Voldemort wants from Hogwarts, and why Malfoy is doing it. That clear?"

"So I ask Dumbledore what Voldemort wants from Hogwarts, because I have suspicions of Malfoy."

"Finally the Nargles leave your head." Luna rolled her eyes. "Yes, Harry, you genius."


Smiling fondly, Harry forgot the heaviness for a moment and climbed up the revolving staircase into the office, which was slowly growing very familiar.

Today, Professor Dumbledore was pacing in front of his desk, his hand stroking his beard methodically, and the Pensieve was hovering in front of him as he moved.

"Professor? Am I interrupting you?" Harry asked softly, and immediately cursed himself for his weakness.

"No, my boy, do come in. Please excuse an old man his machinations." Professor Dumbledore smiled, and lowered the Pensieve onto his desk. "Now, any questions before we start today?"

It was almost as if the old man could read his mind, Harry thought, and walked towards the Professor.

"Actually, sir, I do." He looked seriously at him. "I'm not quite sure how to phrase them, that's the issue."

"You know that I will do all I can in my power to see what I can do about your questions, my boy, so do please fire ahead!" Professor Dumbledore waved his hand at the same time as his other hand started pulling a memory from his head. Harry frowned, much more in tune with hidden messages now he had allies in Slytherin, and could have sworn that the Professor was making a point that they had a lot to get through, thus Harry must hurry.

"Professor," Harry started, ploughing ahead nervously, "I'm not quite sure how knowing Voldemort will essentially help me in my quest to defeat him, if you may excuse my rudeness, Professor. It's just that I have been conversing with some Slytherins recently and they have been aware that Malfoy has been acting oddly. They feel that he's doing something for Voldemort, and I'm pretty sure you know what it is, sir."

Professor Dumbledore's wand stilled in the air for a moment, then slowly made its way back towards the Pensieve. Harry swallowed. Professor Dumbledore then looked Harry straight in the eye, and through the old man's eyes, Harry saw fire and flames and ruin and death. He saw hell, and he gulped audibly.

"Do not think that I know everything, Harry. I know a lot and I have lived a very long time." Professor Dumbledore chuckled mirthlessly. "However, I do have an idea of the way Tom will work this time around and we will reach that point soon enough."

"But sir, with all due respect, time is running out. Malfoy is spreading fear and anticipation through the Slytherins, and I'm sure that Voldemort will not ask a young boy like him to do something without the something being of enormous importance."

"Let me teach you, Harry, and all will be revealed." Professor Dumbledore said gently.

"No!" Harry yelled. "No! What if I die tomorrow, Professor? With all due respect, what you wished to teach me will never be taught! You say I'm the Prophecy Child, then so be it. Teach me something I can fight and understand. Not politics –please to Merlin that's Luna and Hermione's job. Nothing like that, Professor. Teach me how to fight something. Teach me what to defeat. Don't keep showing me memories I can't learn anything from!" Harry almost kicked the desk, but didn't want to dislodge the Pensieve. Instead he pulled out his wand and blasted a hole in the floor. He then pointed it at the aged Professor.

"Don't threaten me, Harry. You know that I am more powerful than you."

"You also know that I have yet to reach my magical maturity." Harry threatened. "Please, Professor, tell me what these talks are really about."

"Let me show you one memory, Harry." Professor Dumbledore sighed. "Since you are having trouble trusting me, I'll move the memories along a bit." He pulled another memory from his

A baby's toys lay scattered on the floor, and a fire in a high hearth burned brightly. Plush sofas littered with remains of newspapers and magazines and toys were scattered on them, and a round wooden mahogany table held three mugs of steaming hot tea.

From the door to the side, a young man with a shock of unruly black hair walked backwards into the room, bent at the double, a young baby crawling after him. Harry gasped and vacillated on the spot, recognition sparking in him. A shock of feelings pumped through him –love, home, family– and he walked unsteadily towards James Potter, his hand touching his father but his father never seeing him. Tears came to his eyes, and he turned accusingly towards Professor Dumbledore, who put a finger to his lips and pointed to the door again.

A younger Professor Dumbledore came into the room, smiling at something the young woman walking beside him had just said. Long red hair tumbled down her shoulders like water tripping over stones, each strand competing with the other. Green eyes like baby Harry's sparkled, and the duo made their way to the sofas.

"Sorry for the mess, Professor. Harry distracted us this morning." She laughed at the memories, and baby Harry gurgled at her, waving his hands to be picked up. James pulled him off the ground and nuzzled him.

"Who's my boy, eh? Who's my boy?"

"I haven't managed to get James off him yet. It's like an addiction." She said fondly, sitting down, Professor Dumbledore sitting on the sofa opposite.

"One you approve of, my love." James said, sitting down with baby Harry and kissing his wife.

"So tell us, Professor," Lily smiled at him after James had pulled away, "Why are you here?"

Professor Dumbledore's face immediately became serious, and he leant forwards earnestly.

"Lily, James," he said, "I've told you, you need to move house. Lord Voldemort is getting stronger and more dangerous, and my suspicions about him are correct."

"Professor," James said equally seriously, though his hands were still happy and gently with baby Harry, "We've asked you to tell us what suspicions you have, so that we can better prepare ourselves against him."

"There is no way to prepare yourself against Lord Voldemort, James. You can just hope and wish for the best and to stay alive." Professor Dumbledore sighed. "I fear for your son's life."

Lily's hands immediately sought James' around baby Harry, and James glanced angrily at Professor Dumbledore.

"Tell us, Professor. If it affects our son, we want to know."

"There was a prophecy." Professor Dumbledore sighed. "I thought that it would concern the Longbottoms' son, Neville, but then Harry was born at the time prophecised. It says that Harry will vanquish Lord Voldemort, but probably at the cost of his own life."

James passed Harry to Lily and drew his wand, coming over to Professor Dumbledore and pointing his wand at his throat.

"Don't you dare say that my son will meet that madman, Dumbledore. What do you know?"

"Lord Voldemort has tried to make himself immortal." Professor Dumbledore sighed. "By using extreme Dark Arts. Lily, James, you have to leave."

Harry and Professor Dumbledore were plummeted out of the vision, Harry gasping for breath and tears falling fast down his face. His eyes looked accusingly at Professor Dumbledore, who seemed to be ignoring his anger.

"Why didn't you warn me?" Harry asked when he was finally coherent.

Professor Dumbledore shook his head.

"Harry, oh Harry. I knew you'd react like this, but I hope I got the point across. Your parents believed themselves safe. But they weren't and they both died. And Voldemort is back again."

"You mentioned he was immortal?"

"There is no such thing as immortality, Harry."

"There is only power and those too weak to seek it." Harry murmured, remembering his first year. "What did he do?"

"He split his soul." Professor Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "He split his sanity and his soul seven times."


A/N: I hope that that was satisfactory. It'll be longer next week, I'm just getting back into the mood, and I've just written a new fic Revenge, if you're interested. Please review, as per usual, but your favourites and follows are equally desirable. Thank you for waiting with me!

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