Disclaimer: The genius that is the wizarding world belongs to J.K Rowling. I, owning nothing but the plot, can do nothing but hope to entertain you with my own interpretations.
The World's Gone Crazy . . .
By Allanasha Ke Kiri
Chapter 49 -
Severus growled and finally lowered his wand. "You're distracted."
Harry blinked at him before looking away. "A little, I guess," he admitted.
"You're shielding is suffering," Severus told him.
Harry shrugged. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Severus, Harry, why don't you both sit down," Tom interrupted, not wanting them to have a fight in his office.
Harry immediately moved to obey him. Severus took a little longer, but he too sat.
"Thank you," Tom said. "Now, Harry, why are you distracted today?"
Harry sighed, raising a hand to rub his eyes. "Luna knows."
Tom blinked. "There are several things that Ms. Lovegood can know. I'm afraid you're going to have to be a touch more specific."
Harry slumped back in his chair. "About me. Luna knows who I am."
"And just what have you been doing that would allow her to know?" Snape demanded.
"I haven't been doing anything!"
"Well, you must have been doing something or she wouldn't have found out."
"How did she find out?"
Harry shrugged, a bewildered look entering his features. "I have no bloody clue."
"Language, Harry."
Harry blinked at him. "I was on the quidditch pitch, she showed up, started talking about her usual . . . stuff, then she just turned to me and traced my scar, which she shouldn't have known was there in the first place, and told me that she knew who I was."
Both Slytherins frowned.
"Harry, in any of your meetings, have you given her any hints?"
Harry thought a moment. "I don't think so."
"Even if she had overheard someone talking, which I very much doubt, there still wouldn't be a way for her to know about the scar," Tom said finally. "Only five people know about that, three of them are in this room, and the other two wouldn't talk about it."
Severus frowned. "Who are the other two?"
Tom blinked. "Poppy is one of them, and the other one will not be told."
Severus' frown deepened.
"Maybe I did . . ."
Both men turned to face Harry, whose face was furrowed contemplatively.
"What is it, Harry?" Tom asked.
"Earlier, I think it was our second meeting, she said that I wasn't James Medin."
"She did?"
Harry nodded, then frowned. "And then she told me that I'd be leaving."
"Hmm . . . What did she say before telling you that she knew?"
Harry shrugged. "Just her usual bit. She was telling me that everything spoke; the wind, the plants, the ground, and that you just had to listen to understand it. Then, she went on to tell me that they didn't want me to leave. That they liked me here."
"What was your response to that?" Tom asked, having pulled out a parchment and a quill at some point.
Harry was silent a moment. "I told her that I didn't want to leave Hogwarts either."
Tom nodded. "And?"
"She told me that it wasn't the school that they didn't want me to leave. That's when she turned to me and told me that she knew who I was."
Another nod. Tom looked up thoughfully. A theory was starting to take place, but it was rather shakey, and he'd like some more information before telling it to them. "What about your previous meetings?"
Harry shrugged. "Nothing much. We talk, laugh a little, nothing that was too unordinary . . . Actually, now that I think about it . . .Earlier, I think it was during our second meeting as well. . . ."
"What happened?"
"She asked me who I was, and when I told her that I was James Medin, she told me that I wasn't. Then she asked me if I was happy here . . . no, first she told me that fate would always make itself work out how it wants to. Then, she asked me if I was happy here."
"Your response to that?"
"I told her I was. That's the first time she told me I'd be leaving."
Tom looked back up at him. "Well, it is your last year."
"That's what I told her, but she said that that wasn't it."
Tom frowned, making another note. "Anything else?"
"N . . . Yes, she told me that Destinies were made for a reason, and that they were carefully chosen for every person."
"Have you told Dumbledore about this?"
Harry shook his head. "No, I completely forgot about it. Other things were happening that day that kind of pushed it to the back of my mind. Why?"
Beside him, Snape sighed audibly, clearly annoyed. "And this is whom you're having spy on Dumbledore? How you plan on getting anything is beyond me."
Harry clenched his jaw and glared at his head of house.
"Now, Severus," Tom said, disapprovingly, though he was pleased that someone else seemed to have come to his conclusion. "This would go better if you did not insist on insulting him at every opportunity. He's no different from the James Medin you have been getting to know these past two years, and I would appreciate it if you did not let your dislike of the Potter family to color your view of him."
Severus' lips purse, but he said nothing. Tom sighed.
"Can someone tell me what I've missed?" Harry asked, interupting. "If it's so obvious that is?"
"On two seperate occasions, ms. Lovegood has told you that you are not who you say you are, and that you are going to be leaving," Snape told him, rather abruptly. "During one of those occasions, she also told you that fate will always work itself out, and that Desitinies are specific to each person. Can you still not figure it out?"
Harry was silent for several minutes, working through everything. Tom watched him patiently, knowing that he'd figure it out, given enough time.
Then, Harry looked up at Tom, eyes wide. "Please tell me it isn't what I'm thinking."
"What are you thinking?" Tom asked gently.
"She's not a seer, is she?"
Tom shook his head slightly, as he got up and made his way to one of his bookshelves. This one had a much wider variety on it than the one dedicated to his realities.
"Not so much a seer, I don't think," he said, running a finger over one of the shelves. "Seers tend to have prophecies, where as Ms. Lovegood hasn't seemed to."
He made a triumphant noise as he pulled out a fairly large red tome and returned to his seat. Once there, he gently set it down, and began thumbing through it.
"No, what I think Ms. Lovegood is, is a clairvoyant."
Harry frowned once more. "But I thought clairvoyants got their information from objects."
"They do," Tom beamed at him as he continued flipping pages. "however, there have been known, in the wizarding world that is, to be those who read magic."
Harry blinked.
"Ah, here it is. They are called, quite unimaginatively, Magical Clairvoyants. They, instead of giving prophecies, recieve their information and hints from their own magic. Some get it constantly, while others only recieve it occasionally."
"And you think Luna is one of these?"
Tom nodded. "I do. She even has some of the signs of being a constant reciever." Tom paused, his finger trailing down the pages he was one. Then, obviously not finding it, he flipped the page. "Here we are. A constant reciever, while rare, is not difficult to spot, should one recognize the signs. They tend to be always be staring off at nothing, as if they were seeing something that no one else could. Things they say tend to be odd, or seem so impossible that they are often discounted. Constant recievers are difficult to anger, as they do not truely spend time learning it. They also tend to stay away from large crowds, though whether this is because they prefer it, or because they are ostrisized is not entirely known. It is guessed that it is a mixture of the two reasons.
"A constant reciever will, at some point in their lives, choose, what is refered to as, a Receptor. It is this person, and this person only, that they will share what they know with. It is unknown why this happens, though many have theorized that it is to lessen the pressure they feel at constantly recieving so much information. The Receptor, once chosen, is required to listen, as they are the only one that the constant reciever will talk to.
"It is concidered an honor to be a Receptor, as it signifies trust."
Tom looked up from the book.
"You think Dumbledore knows about this?" Harry asked.
"Most likely," Severus drawled.
Tom nodded in agreement. "I would think that this is why he wants you to get to know her. He must be trying to figure out if she is, indeed, a Magical Clairvoyant."
"So, all I've got to do is not tell him of what I know, and we're set."
Tom nodded slowly. "There is also the issue of what she has been telling you."
Harry frowned. "What do you mean?"
Tom steepled his fingers, placing both forefingers against his lips. "Twice, she has told you that you will be leaving. And both times she has told you that she does not mean Hogwarts."
Harry was silent once more, but Tom saw that he was reaching the same realization he had minutes before.
"I'm going back."
It was said so softly that Tom almost missed it. However, he did see Harry close his eyes and shake his head.
"No," he said.
"Harry?"
"No," Harry repeated. "I'm not going back. I don't want to."
Tom blinked. This wasn't quite the reaction he had been expecting.
"I doubt you'll have much of a choice, Potter."
Harry winced, but did not even look at Severus.
"Draco?" James called, standing in the doorway of the other's dormroom.
Draco glanced up at him, eyes cool. "Yes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
James winced slightly at the tone Draco used. They had both been ignoring eachother since the day before, when Draco had taken him to the Room of Requirements. Under normal circumstances, he probably would have let it continue for a while longer, but, with his recent realization that he was most likely going to be leaving soon, he didn't want to be fighting with Draco any longer.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you," James whispered, leaning against the door frame. "It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that there are too many people at risk if it gets out. You, your mother and father, Uncle Tom, me."
Draco didn't say anything, just continued to look at him coolly.
James took a deep breath and forced himself to continue. "I don't want it to come between us," he said. "But, if it comes down to it, I value your life more than anything else, and I wont do anything to jeapordize that. I'm sorry,"
For a moment, Draco still didn't say anything, but, as James turned to go, Draco called out to him.
"If it wasn't so dangerous to tell me, would you tell me?"
James nodded. "I would."
Draco eyed him a moment longer before sighing and looking away. "Alright," he said finally. "I'll let it go."
James nearly wilted with relief. "Thank you," he said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't go all Hufflepuff on me now," Draco sneered, causing James to laugh slightly.
"Don't think there's a chance of that," James replied. "Not with you as my boyfriend."
Draco rolled his eyes again and crossed his legs, motioning James to sit. James leaned against the bed post as he did as suggested.
"You okay, James?"
James nodded, then: "What would you do if I left?" he asked.
Draco blinked. "Left? As in England?"
"Something like that, yeah."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "Has Dumbledore done something?"
James shook his head. "No, he hasn't. I'm just wondering what you would do."
Draco's eyes stayed narrowed suspiciously even as he shrugged. "Follow you I suppose."
"And if you couldn't?"
Draco's eyes narrowed even more. "What's this about, James?"
"It's just a what if, Draco, it doesn't mean anything."
"If I couldn't follow you, I'd find a way to curse you for doing it in the first place."
James laughed.
"Your turn," Draco said. "What would you do if I left?"
"Follow, of course."
"And if you couldn't?"
James was silent a moment. "I wouldn't rest until I found a way that I could."
Draco blinked, he hadn't expected that. A joking dismissal, sure, that's what he'd done, but not that. It was such a . . . Gryffindor thing to do.
Draco shook his head. "You are insane, you realize this, don't you Medin?"
James laughed. "I've been told that upon occasion, yes."
((hides in closet))
((hesitantly peeks out))
How angry is everyone? Let me say that this delay is in no way, my fault.
My computer crashed suddenly, and it had everything on it. My notes, my chapters, everything. You can imagine that I panicked. Well, a couple of weeks ago, I remembered that I had saved this chapter onto my traveldrive! Well, about that point, we moved, which means that it got packed away and then I couldn't find it.
On top of that, the chapter wasn't as complete as I thought it was.
I am sooooo sorry for the delay everyone. Hopefully, it wont happen again. Also, because my notes are gone ( there's no hope for my comp because it is fried.) I've only got what I remember to go off of. It shouldn't be too hard, since the only thing that I really had preplanned is the last chapter . . . which I will not be talking about and . . . OH NO!! My last chapter was on my laptop.
((screams, then has to calm worried mother))
Darn it! I have to re-write that! whines but I liked it the way it was!!
((growl))
Well, anyway, here's you chapter, and please don't be too angry with me.
Until next time,
Allanasha Ke Kiri
