A/N: Hello my lovelies! Snow day today, so you get a chapter early! Yay you! Alrighty, here's a little advertisement: go read Himura-Dumbledore's fanfic, Search for the Horcruxes: A Coming of Age. It's very good. So, this chapter isn't exactly wowsworthy, a bit of a filler really. A couple of things:

1) Alright this goes out to the harsh critic, I know I sent you an e-mail, but whatever. First, I am American, and that is not an insult to me, so whatever. Second, sweetie, Dumbledore's name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I didn't make it up. Next time you decide to be "harsh" hows about you actually talk about something I could improve on, like all the gramatical errors I made in that one, (which I will be working to fix, thanks Himura!) (and no, that wasn't sarcasm,I was serious.)

2) I refer to the philosopher's stone. Now I just said I'm American. I' m not trying to pretend to be British or European. I just didn't think that the name should hae been changed, so when I talk about it, I try to use the real, orriginal name. Just thought I should clear that up.

3) Thanks for the reviews!

Chapter 14

Bartenders and Books

Harry's Pov

"Wait, what?" Harry was confused. It seemed to be his usual state nowadays. "He said Aberforth was the bartender?"

"He said and I quote, 'May I suggest that you do not bother Aberforth again? He has been particularly touchy since his brother's death.' Now since we had just left the Hogshead after being attacked by the bartender, I am assuming that was whom he was referring to."

"Okay Hermione, you don't have to act so superior about it. Now what about that book?"

"Here." Ginny handed him the book. "I've been trying to figure it out, but, I just can't. One things for sure, it's the same handwriting as that letter."

He picked up the slim tome and began flipping through it. Note after note after note, all in Dumbledore's writing filled the pages. He sat down. He wasn't feeling faint precisely, but seeing all this writing from the man who had always seemed so indestructible, it was… confusing.

It wasn't a diary exactly. Which made sense, because he couldn't think of Dumbledore with a diary, considering the whole pensieve thing. It mostly contained long lists of things that weren't really memories, so couldn't really go in the pensieve. In the front, it was mostly notes about Alchemy and other such things. A couple of uses for dragon's blood, some notes on the Philosopher's stone, an ingredient list, probably for a potion of some type. He glanced up at the top of the page. Dated for nearly sixty years ago.

"No good, it's really old."

"Yeah, but who would have something of Dumbledore's?" Hermione said.

"Well, a lot of people would probably want something like that," said Ginny. "I mean, this had some of the notes of the greatest wizard of our time! I bet You-Know-Who would be quiet happy to have this. Perhaps our friend was on his way to deliver this to him?"

"Wait, you think that was a death eater?" Hermione scoffed.

"Well, who else could it be? He wouldn't show us his face and he sounded familiar. Now, who might we have run into that would, if we saw them again, sound familiar, but we can't place the name because they were with a group of Voldemort's supporters and we don't know their name?"

"Just about everyone. We meet people all the time, and usually don't get their names." Hermione continued. "Plus, he knew who we were. Why didn't he try to capture us, or kill us? We would make great bait for Harry."

Harry paled visibly. "Don't… just don't"

"So why didn't he try anything Ginny?"

"I have to agree with Hermione." Said Harry, still looking pale.

"Oh, you would." Snorted Ginny.

"What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying… are you suggesting… because we didn't!"

"Well I wasn't. I was just joking. But now…"

"Well nothing happened!"

"Joking Harry! Just joking!"

"Well it wasn't funny!"

He rubbed his head. Why did it hurt so much now?

"Hey Hermione, do you have any spell for headaches?"

"No, sorry Harry. Your scar hurting again?"

"Yeah." He flipped through the book some more. Notes, just notes.

But then, he saw something that caught his eye.

Trelawney's Prophecy

James? (Narcissa Black/Lily Evans)

Alice+Frank Longbottom

Sirius Black?

Remus Lupin+ (Lily Evans?) (NT)

Why no Peter? Check on Peter.

On the next page:

Lily+James secret keeper? Sirius says he'll do it

Switch to Peter? Check on Peter!

Then, further down:

Sirius in Azkaban

His fault or Peter's?

Peter dead?

Check on Peter!

Check on Snape?

What was this? Some sort of weird to do list? He kept looking through the pages. More stuff about his parents, and then- another letter? "Hey, come look at this!" The page was dated for the year before.

Harry,

Congratulations on figuring out this much. I assume you have gotten my previous letter. If you need more information, I suggest my brother Aberforth. He will be happy to help you.

Yours as always,

Dumbledore

"Oh for- we already tried Aberforth and he tried to kill us!" exclaimed Hermione.

If the first letter had been confusing, this one was just annoying. Why couldn't Dumbledore just come out and say what he needed to?

"Well, I suppose we should head back to the Hogshead, shouldn't we?" Ginny said, somewhat eagerly.

"Ginny, what is with you and your constant need to push everyone into dangerous situations?" sighed Hermione. Harry was already grabbing his cloak and heading for the door.

"Okay, so are we just going to bust in there?" panted Hermione, trying to catch up to the other two.

"That's the plan!" said Ginny, cheerily.

"Well that didn't work so well last time, so maybe- okay, that's alright don't listen to the smart one! Just go on! All right you actually are going on! Oh fine!"

Harry laughed a little. He opened the door and stopped. Ginny ran into him.

"What the?" The place was completely destroyed.

Harry walked in. Ginny tried weakly to restrain him, but he shook of her hand. There were broken bottles all over.

Ginny spoke up weakly. "Harry. Come here."

Harry walked outside and looked up. He didn't know how he had missed it, maybe because of the sunlight or he was just in such a hurry, but there, st straight above the bar, was the dark mark.

"Damn it!"

"Harry, calm down!"

"Calm down Hermione? Calm down? You have got to be kidding! Because I am calm! I'm totally calm!"

"Yeah, Harry, real calm." Ginny rolled her eyes. "Because usually, when people start to end everything in an exclamation, they're perfectly calm! Give me a break."

"Not helping Ginny!" barked Hermione.

"Well, he is! I mean, let's not pretend that's everything's okay, hmm?"

"Ginny, please be quiet!"

"Oh come on Hermione! I know him as well as you do!"

"No you don't! You were his girlfriend for, what, two months? I've been his best friend for seven years!"

"It doesn't matter!" exclaimed Harry, his voice rising dangerously high. "Because I am completely fine!"

"Oh that's complete crap Harry and you know it!"

"Ginny!"

"Well, it is!"

"Both of you shut up!"

"Sorry."

"I'm not."

"Ginny!"

"Shut up!" Harry cleared his throat. "Now, I suggest we go back to our original plan and go find Snape!"

"Harry," said Hermione, her voice in stern mother voice. "You aren't going after Snape, so just forget it!"

"Why not?" yelled Ginny and Harry at the same time. They turned towards each other, looking surprised, then smirked at Hermione.

"Because I have another idea." Now it was her turn to smirk.

"What?" scoffed Harry. "Because if it has to do with research, I'm going for Snape!"

"Well, sort of. But don't bolt off! Look, that guy who dropped this book, he must've been working for Dumbledore in order to know when he should've dropped that book, so if we can just find him… what? I thin it's a good plan!"

"Well, point one, he could be a death eater." Said Ginny. "And point two,"

"Point two," interrupted Harry "the only thing we know about him is he has a familiar voice. Oh, and owns a black robe with a hood."

"And point three," said Hermione hotly, "you tw ojust want an excuse to go after Snape!"

They smirked again, then Harry said, "Took the words right out of my mouth Hermione!"